Led By His Wand - Sa13+
 

Led By His Wand
PROLOGUE
It was a quiet evening. A hot breeze playfully moved through his full beard, then carelessly lifted his long hair from his wide shoulders and back. His weather beaten face was handsome, kind looking and young; yet, his emerald green eyes told a story of many hardships and battles witnessed. Anywhere he went everything he did always seemed to generate battles with severe consequences. All the battles had been won, and some ended in near death for him. There had been many deaths of good and bad alike.

A badger came into view, but the young man wasn’t noticeably bothered by the danger this varmint presented. Although being invisible to humans, the badger could see and smell him. Without warning or provocation, the antagonist ran at him with full intentions of bodily harm, death, if it could overcome its over-sized target. Why? Simply because this was the nature of it’s disposition.

The varmint received a jolt of electricity as a warning, but the warning was not heeded. Three more times the infuriated animal charged, and three times, it received a jolt of electricity. On the fourth attempt, before the dust settled from its new assault, it died in it’s tracks. As the young man raised the animal with his wand, he noticed a trace of magic within the corpse; because of this he caused an oblong hole to open in the ground with a concealment barrier around it. He then laid the corpse into the grave. The barrier enveloped it and the dirt was replaced. He compressed the earth and laid a round rock on the spot; he planned to investigate later. The whole incident hadn’t even caused a stir from the invisible hideaway as he sat watching his reason of being there. He had been gone for quite some time.

“The Burrow is still exactly the same as when I left.” he thought.


*A/N My name is Connie, and this is my 3rd Harry Potter ff. Harry Potter and anything associated with the story belong to JK Rowling. It is because of her tremendous writing ability that gives me the slightest chance of telling a good story. This story is a continuation of, 'Of Heads Or Tails, and 'Life Goes On Long After The Thrill Of Living Is Gone' I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to comment.


CHAPTER GUIDE
Prologue
Chapter 1 Memories To Pass The Time
Chapter 2 Ginny's Harsh Confession
Chapter 3 Looking Back
Chapter 4 Fabrication Of The Truth
Chapter 5 The Explanation
Chapter 6 Unloved And Unwanted
Chapter 7 Nearly Killed By His Mentor
Chapter 8 Dumbledore Spills The Beans
Chapter 9 Trouble Buzzing At The Burrow
Chapter 10 A Jig Saw Puzzle Of Sorts
Chapter 11 Wake Up Call For Harry
Chapter 12 Things Always Look Different In The Morning
Chapter 13 A Fresh Start, A New Day
Chapter 14 The reasoning
Chapter 15 The Answer And The Question
Chapter 16 No More Mr. Nice Guy
Chapter 17 Three Unexpected Visitors
Chapter 18 A Memorable Trip To Godric's Hollow
Chapter 19 A Bit Of Cloak And Dagger
Chapter 20 Bat-Bogey's Fly At The Ministry
Chapter 21 A Delay In The Story
Chapter 22 Zombies In North America
Chapter 23 Out Of The Past And Into The Future

I didn't know you were doing a continuation! :x3:
Hmm, full beard and long hair, but described as a young man later on... How old is Harry exactly? ;)
Trace of Magic? As in Animagus, trace of magic? Or something different? >_<
Is this after the final battle? Or much later? :hmm:

Very intriguing and I can't wait to see where this goes! Fantastic start, Connie! Please, PAMS! :glomp:

Hello there :D
Woah this sounds like it's going to be goood.....
Yeah *points above* Is this after the final battle?
and and who is the man!?!?!?!?! hahaha
PAMS!

Eviee <33

heya Connie! nice post...:)

oooh. PAMS :)

Keep going it is great so far!

Hi Connie! I'm glad you decided to write more. I love your ffs. Your story telling and fresh ideas are intriguing.

You gave us several clues here as to who the character may be. "His emerald green eyes," may be referring to Harry but you mentioned, "his full beard" which may either mean that he's older and this isn't after the battle of Hogwarts or he's a different person all together. I'm assuming that it is Harry but after a battle which occurs during his older years since you also mentioned "his emerald green eyes told a story of many hardships and battles witnessed."

So I guess I might be right in assuming that it is indeed Harry. Or on the second thought, it could be Albus Potter as well! Maybe I'm just thinking too much into this.

I love the preface Connie. I'm looking forward to reading more. :glomp: PAMS (please?) ^_^

Emily: Yeah, I decided to. And there will be one more after this one.

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How old is Harry exactly?

I'll let you do the math next chapter. :P

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Trace of Magic? As in Animagus, trace of magic? Or something different?

You'll find out in the first chapter.

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Is this after the final battle? Or much later?

Oh! Oh! I got this one. It is definitely sometime after the final battle. :xd:
Thanks Emily. I'm glad you want to read it. :glomp:

Eviee:

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Hello there Woah this sounds like it's going to be goood..... Yeah *points above* Is this after the final battle? and and who is the man!?!?!?!?! hahaha PAMS

Hello Eviee! Thanks! I hope you like it. I do.:P *points above to Emily* Yup sometime after. And :shifty: I'm pretty sure you know who the man is. Thanks Eviee :glomp:

Harita: Thanks so much! I think I'll be able to post every Friday. The story is all done. So there shouldn't be a problem posting it every Friday. Thanks for reading. :glomp:

Ashfig: I'm sorry I don't know your name yet. But, thanks for being here and commenting. I'm glad you like it. :glomp:

La La: Hey Lauren! Thanks for coming. I think it's better once we get into the story line. Thanks again. :glomp:

crookshanks_kitty: Hey Ava. I'm glad you think my stories are fresh and intriguing. That makes me feel as good as a lot of these other wonderful writers, you included.

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You gave us several clues here as to who the character may be.

Yeah, I don't think they're to hard to figure out. I don't want to boggle anyone's mind this early on. I will tell you this though. There are many things in this story, and even from OHOT, that are clues for my next story that will conclude this series of ff's.

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it could be Albus Potter as well

I wondered if anyone would think of him. :P

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I love the preface Connie. I'm looking forward to reading more. PAMS (please?)

Thank you so much Ava. And you shall get more next Friday. I don't want to post too often, because my chapters are usually very long. I don't want to overwhelm anyone. This story has 23 chapters. No Epilogue, but, I plan on giving a preview of the story following in olace of the Epilogue. Thanks again Ava. :glomp:

Okay i know who the man is no! :D
Still can't wait for more *nods*

Hello friends, and thank you for reading. I hope everyone will grow to love this story as much as I love it. My chapters are usually pretty long, and there are 23 of them. With this in mind, I plan to post a new chapter every Friday. Next weeks chapter title is, "Ginny's Harsh Confession." I welcome and look forward to every comment. Thank you again.

Chapter 1

Memories To Pass The Time

Movement from the yard of the Burrow caught Harry’s attention and a smile softened his chiseled face. He was watching Mrs. Weasley scattering kernels of corn. “’Ere chick … chick, chick, chick,” she sang out happily as the hens and rooster came for their evening feed. Harry dearly loved her. She always loved and treated him as her own son. He hoped she knew how much he loved her, as he never outright told her.

He thought back to the last time he spoke to her, which happened to be at that very place and time, feeding the chickens four years earlier. He thought of her frustration, as she flung the feed harshly to the ground. She’d been talking to herself the whole while, as she hurried through the evening chores.

She hadn’t noticed Harry because her back was to him, and she was ever so preoccupied with her rant to hear him coming. Her wand was stuck in the waistband of her apron, and a pair of scissors was dangling precariously from its pocket. “…and always off doing who knows what with nary a care in the world! As if the house and all takes care of itself! Why is it he has to go get Hermione and bring her here when she is perfectly capable of getting here on her own like she’s always done before?”

She threw another handful of feed to the ground startling the fowl at the change of manner in their feeding ritual. “...And Ginny moping about these weeks, … crying about Harry being so quiet, unsettled, and confused. Well … these few days she’s been at Muriel’s will turn her about. Huh! She’ll come home tonight and heaven help me she better have a different face and attitude about her or…”

She stopped with a handful of corn she was about to launch to the ground. She too was worried and voiced her thoughts. “Harry? Where are you dear boy? What troubles you so?”

“Mrs. Weasley?”

“Oh!” Startled she turned and put her hands to her chest, and the corn went down the front of her bosom.

Harry saw the situation and quickly turned away from her, and looked to the sky. “It sure is a beautiful evening.” He remarked, giving her time to clean the corn from under her dress.

“Harry dear, what you must think of me!” She exclaimed modestly, as she wiped her face and hands on her apron. “Since you, Hermione and Ginny were all going to be here tonight, I wanted to come out and cut some flowers for the table. However, when I got out here, I found, RONALD, hadn’t fed the chickens like I asked, and so now I have to do it.” She choked on her words as tears threatened to fall. I wanted everything to be…”

“Mrs. Weasley?” Harry put his hand on her shoulder. “Please, Mrs. Weasley, don’t be upset. It’s my fault; I’m sorry. I sent word to Ron and asked him to get Hermione. He said he would after he fed the chickens, but I told him I would come early and do it for him. Let me help you. It looks as if the chickens have enough to last them until next week sometime.” He smiled trying to lift her mood. “I’d like to gather the flowers for you if I may?” He held out his hand and the scissors flew to it.

“Oh my, Harry. Your magic has greatly improved. I hadn’t realized. I guess this past year has been…”

“Are these ones good?” He interrupted her, and steered away from talking about his magical abilities. He had been wondering about this, but Mrs. Weasley wasn’t the one he wanted to talk to about it.

“Yes, dear, those will do nicely. I’m sure you know those are Ginny’s favorites?” She answered with that smile that endeared her to him. She noticed that he avoided her statement about his magic. Molly hesitated, as she watched Harry gather more flowers, and then asked as boldly as she could, “Are you okay, Harry? I have never seen you look so terrible. Those scratches and cuts on your face and arms are fresh and you‘re so terribly thin, and…”

Harry looked around; he had wanted to speak with her and Mr. Weasley together. However, this was not to be, Mr. Weasley must have been delayed at the Ministry. Smiling insipidly, Harry offered her the crook of his arm, and asked if they could go inside and talk.

“Mrs. Weasley…” he started trying to be bolder than he was feeling with the subject he was about to expose. “I want to marry Ginny…”

Mrs. Weasley nervously folded and unfolded her hands. Then she took the flowers from Harry and put them in a vase, positioning them in a non-specific arrangement. Worrisome thoughts were racing through her mind. She was wishing Arthur would walk in the door, and be the one to have to break Harry‘s heart.

“Harry,” she began apologetically. “I’m sorry dear, but you are both still so young and you’ve been through so much and all. Ginny still has to make up this past year of school… and then she has to continue on to her last year at Hogwarts… and you still have…”

“Mrs. Weasley” Harry cut in sharply but not rudely. “Please, let me finish. I do want to marry Ginny, but I’m afraid.” He looked at her and saw her eyes melt with his struggle. “I’m afraid; I don’t know who I am, or what’s to become of me, or what’s expected of me.” He tried to swallow and found it hard, due to the lump that was forming and constricting his throat and making it difficult to go on.

Finally, he was able to swallow hard and take in a shaky cleansing breath, that allowed him to continue with the subject that was making his life miserable.

“Ever since the war, people have been patting me on the back, thanking me; they say they need me. More than a few have asked me to marry their daughters. Loads of people have asked me to become Minister of Magic, and others, have asked me to become Headmaster of Hogwarts. I don’t have any desire to be any one of those things, and I’m sure I am not qualified, even if I did want them. The point is,” tears welled up in Harry’s eyes and spilled down his young face. “I grew up hated, abused and tortured by the Dursley’s. When I met Ron and became friends with him and then your family, I felt like I finally had a life. But, things kept happening, singling me out, and I began to think otherwise. I wondered if maybe I wasn’t meant to have a family, or friends to love me. Each year, things progressively happened that showed me I was right.

As it turned out, my life was already planned. I was to become a machine of doom, to give up my life, kill Voldemort, and all that stuff. Well now that I finished doing what was planned for and lived through it, all that hatred that drove me is gone. Now, I feel empty because I didn‘t know anything else but hatred. There isn’t anything inside me, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to live like this anymore.

The whole time I was gone, I wanted only to live through everything; so, I could come back and marry Ginny. I told myself that’s what I’d do. So, why didn’t I? The day it was over; why didn’t I ask her to marry me? Why have I waited to get what I so desperately want? Then I figured it out. I don’t know how to be compassionate. I know I have love in my heart, but I don‘t think I can have a commitment without compassion.

You see I enjoy kissing and cuddling. It makes me feel loved, and part of a good thing, but, I’m only thinking of myself. I don’t want to marry Ginny without knowing who I am, or what my purpose in life is. I’m not fit for her right now. How would it be for Ginny to come home from the grocery store all distraught, because she had a hard time with the baby screaming throughout the store? Then, when she finally is done and she’s at the register to pay, she can’t because, she left her wallet in her other purse or something and she came home in tears. She would need me to be understanding and compassionate to her, but I don’t know how. What if I just told her to buck up and go fix supper; so it’d take her mind off of her problems?”

“Harry, you’re worrying over something you don’t have to worry about. You aren’t like that. You wouldn’t do anything like that to Ginny.” She took a firm hold on both of his arms and talked as earnestly as she could. It was heart breaking to see him struggle so hard and hurt so deeply.

She cupped his tearful face and reiterated, “I know you Dear; you aren’t like that.” She enfolded him in her arms and held him tightly. His body shook with convulsions, as he unburdened his soul with tears that had been dammed up and held so much inside of him.

He stopped crying and hugged her, then pulled away from her. “You see, you just proved my point. You said you know me, that I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know that I would or wouldn’t. When Ron left Hermione and me for those weeks… months… I don’t remember right now; but anyway, Hermione was devastated. She cried her heart out, but I couldn’t comfort her. I wanted to… She needed me, and I couldn’t help her. I didn’t know how. Honestly, all I could think of was how hurt and angry I was that Ron had left, and I felt hollow.

I couldn’t comfort anyone when the war was going on. … When we lost Fred, Remus, Tonks, and all the others, I didn’t have a clue what to do to comfort anyone. Yeah, I had something on my mind, and I had this thing I had to do, but why couldn’t I take even a minute to show how sorry and hurt I was for those losses. I was alone with my own inability to share the pain I felt to be able to comfort anyone. I was going to die without anyone knowing how sorry I was. I need to be like Mr. Weasley. He is the best example of what I‘m trying to tell you. Everything he is, I‘m not, but I want to be.” He looked away from her at the road leading into the Burrow.

“So, this is why I wanted to see everyone tonight. They’ll all be here soon. I am leaving for a while to find out who I am, and how I can become a compassionate and loving man. I want to contribute to society, without killing being a prerequisite. When I come back, I am going to ask for your blessings. Then, I can ask Ginny to marry me if she’ll have me.

I can’t possibly go through all of this again with everyone; so, I’m going to say good-bye to everyone, and then I'm going to talk to Ginny alone. I won’t be back until I get my answers and the results I‘m looking for.

Please don’t let Ron and Hermione try to follow me. Make them get on with their lives… and Mrs. Weasley? I don’t want to worry you. I mean I’m sure I’ll be fine, but … well… in case, I don’t get to come back, for whatever reason… well… er… I just want to say that you and Mr. Weasley are fine people. I have always looked up to Mr. Weasley and hoped one day to be like him as far as character, love and devotion to you guys, and towards Muggles. He is an asset to the mortality of the world, and you are… well, I’ve always been a bit envious of Ron for having you as a mom, and getting to live here at the Burrow. You guy’s are the greatest.”

He kissed her cheek and left swiftly.

Hi Connie! I really enjoyed reading your new post. Your descriptions of Molly are very canon to her character. I can totally picture her fussing over everything the way she does in this chapter. ^_^

:gasp: It makes my heart melt hearing it from him like this. :loved:

This was a great way for your readers to find out about the actual timing of the story as The prologue I would assume is sometime later in the future.

I'm starting to see sense in his words.

:yes: But I agree more with her. It's so hard seeing Harry struggling to express his feelings and worries like that. :(

My heart aches to imagine him crying like that. He must feel confused after all the stuff he's gone through. It's been an emotional roller coaster for him and he certainly didn't have a normal childhood or even teenage life. :( I guess it makes sense for him to breakdown like this. He needs comfort and Mrs. Weasley is as close as a motherly figure for him. Psychologically, he would need her attention and consoling.

Connie I always like how you're able to see more into the characters and explore their feelings and state of mind in your stories. And especially in this chapter, I can comprehend Harry's frustration and agony with the way you have him explain it all through his own words. It's sad knowing that the emptiness he felt after loosing his friends would have taken him a while to get over and come to his senses. I think he's still in a state of shock at this point.

By the way, are we going to find out where Harry's going? Is he going to be away for a long time to regain self control and as he said, "find himself?"

Also, there is so many parts in this chapter that I loved so I can't list them all, But I should make note of the last paragraph. It was really sweet of Harry to regard Mr./Mrs. Weasley that highly and to thank her like this.

I enjoyed reading this post Connie and I can't wait for more. Please PAMS! :glomp:

wonderfully written Connie...i really loved the line where he says he used to feel envious of Ron to have such fine parents...it just shows how deeply has his parents death affected him in his life...
waiting for more...

Hey Ava. Thanks for commenting, and saying sweet things about my writing. I do love writing my stories, but it means so much to me that my readers are able to understand the story I'm trying to tell. Good. :P This is a pivotal point in the beginning of the story. I needed to make sure my readers got the reason why Harry felt he needed to leave. If you can imagine what it must have been like for him, then you'll understand the rest of the story. I insert this point several times throughout the rest of the story, and then summarize it in the end. I really hope it goes over well. Actually, he is already back. The story begins with him right after he returned home. Harry was gone for four years, and he is at the Burrow waiting. While he is waiting, he looks back on memories of things that occurred while he was gone. The reason he is invisible you'll have to pick up as the story continues. If you don't, I will explain at a later chapter. I don't want to spill the milk and say outright, because the reason he is invisible is part of the underlying story behind the story. This underlying part of the story is the foundation for the next story. The next story will be the last in the series.
Thank you Ava. That is very kind of you. The reason I had him say his good-bye this way was because he is going off by himself, and only taking three essential items with him to help him survive. He wanted to make sure there would be closure for him and the Weasleys if he didn't survive the quest.
Thanks for reading and commenting Ava. It means a lot to me. :glomp:

Hey Harita. Thanks for reading and commenting. After I post a chapter, I'm always anxious to read any comments, because it shows if the chapter was written well enough to get the point across. This is something that I wanted to try to carry over from JK Rowling's wonderful storytelling. She has this going on clear through all seven books, how Harry's life is affected by the death of his parents, and his adoption in his mind, of the Weasleys to fill that spot, which he feels is still inadequate sometimes. So, he does feel envious at times of Ron having a wonderful life especially with having the Weasleys as his parents.
Thanks again for reading and commenting. :glomp:

Okay, I think this is some of your best writing Conners! Especially that first post, it's so mature and intriguing :eyebrows: can't wait for more!

Ha! bet you didn't expect me to post so soon? Loved it Mom. Love the story premise also!

Wow, I really like this! it makes sense for harry to feel lost after all of that. And I LOVE Molly soooooo much! She is such a mom to all of us :)

Obi-Wan K’Lari: Thank you ‘Lari. Your words are kind, and I appreciate them. This is a special story because it lays the foundation for the last story I’ll be writing. I bet your super sleuthing skills will pick out the clues as I give them. Which brings me to tell you to watch for a PM soon. :shifty:Harry and I will need your skills, SSS, in the next story. Thanks for reading and commenting ‘Lari. :glomp:

MollyW.: Hey Stephie! Yes I am very surprised and pleasantly at that. What did you have to give up to get time to read and post? Thanks sweetheart. I’m glad you love the story, and the premise. :glomp::glomp::glomp:

ashfig: Hey Ashley. I’m glad you like it! I love having readers who like what I write. I see you are fairly new to SnitchSneeker. I’d like to welcome you to the site, and I hope you are settled in, and enjoying all the good things here on SS. SnitchSeeker has the best people in the world to have for friends. Yes, I agree about Molly. She is a wonderful person, and I love how JK wrote her. How many times did she write one of the Weasleys saying it was a lucky day when Ron asked to share Harry’s compartment on the train? I think it was lucky for Harry, because Molly and Arthur were exactly what Harry needed clear through the series. Thank you for reading and commenting Ashley. :glomp:

Hello readers, thanks for coming back and I welcome all comments. I'd like to thank those who voted for my story, and I congratulate all the winners and nominees. Next Friday I will post Chapter three, 'Looking Back' I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 2

Ginny’s Harsh Confession


As the sky darkened with threatening black clouds, there was rumbling thunder in the distance. Lightening displayed a dazzling light show on the horizon as Harry heard voices coming in his direction. Harry took his eyes from the overpowering light show in the sky and turned to see Bill, Ron, Hermione, and his beloved Ginny. It was all he could do to keep from running to her, grabbing her in his arms, and never letting her go. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. The breeze was turning into gusts of torrid wind blowing her long hair into her face. He loved her hair and he thought back to the memory she showed him of them flying that day long ago, and her hair being a frightful mess afterward. She had said that she should cut it off, and he asked her not to. Harry smiled seeing that she still hadn’t cut it even these years he was gone. They were now close enough to hear what they were saying.

“Yes, I just finished the house. I must say it is beautiful. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and he was very detailed in every way. I built the house itself the first year and a half after he commissioned me for the job. The rest of the project took more time. Getting it completely furnished, and setting up the gardens and the land he owns was not an easy undergoing, but I can finally say it is done. That is the reason why I wrote you all those letters Ginny. He wanted me to ask my sister to give me ideas of what flowers, herbs, vegetables and such to put in the gardens. He figured all women like pretty much the same things as long as there is beauty in them, and he was sure, “the love of his life,” as he put it, would love them. They really are very beautiful. He said he couldn’t ask her because it was all a surprise.”

They all looked at the sky as another rumble thundered in the distance. “I am beginning to wonder when they will come to claim it and move in. I’m about to loose my mind not knowing who commissioned me to do this work. I’ll tell you this though; if he hadn’t hired me when he did, well let’s just say the Goblins have been taking their sweet time rebuilding the bank. I didn’t think the break in would affect my job. They want to punish, "all humans” for the break-in and tearing up the bank. The lobby is still the only place open to people who have accounts there. They won’t allow anyone to go to the vaults. You have to tell them what you want deposited or withdrawn, and then the Goblins go to the vaults themselves. They barely have us working, and if I hadn‘t been commissioned for this contract I hate to think of what would have become of Shell Cottage and our little family.

It was a risky way of doing business because I never met the man, and he wanted his identity kept a secret. We needed the money badly and he had said that if I had to have more information, then the portrait of Professor Dumbledore could vouch for him, but he would rather I just trust him. He did send me the down payment with his blueprints, and he trusted me, so I trusted him. I had nothing to loose, and everything to gain. He paid me up front for building the house, and made monthly payments of the rest. Then about a year and a half ago, he paid me off in full. He has never once been late with his payment to me. And as I said, he actually paid me off early.”

Ginny was excited about the new neighbors. “I hope we can become good friends. I have decided to leave the Harpies and get on with my growing up. I’ve been foolish waiting for Harry all this time, and not doing anything to be a contributing member of humanity,” she said mocking him with a slight bitter sting in her voice. “I hope he’s found his purpose in life. He told me to get a life while he was gone, try out for the Harpies if I wanted to. He begged me to understand why he had to do this. I was angry and snapped off his head when he started to explain why he had to go away. He kept trying to tell me that this was the hardest thing in his life he has ever had to do. I kept interrupting him not letting him get his message across to me. He couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I asked him how he would feel if whenever he decided to come back, I had a husband and a family. I am embarrassed to say I was very mean, bitter, hateful and cold to him. He tried again to tell me how important this was, that he’d be no good to me otherwise, and that he really needed me to try and wait for him so he could find himself. I slapped his face and told him good luck with that, and that he couldn’t count on me waiting for him. Then I had the nerve to ask him to do something for me. He nodded his head without saying a word because his heartache was too great. I asked him to get the Marauders Map out every night he was gone, and think of me so he’d know what he was missing. I’ll never forget the look on his face, and the anguish in his eyes.”

Hermione inhaled sharply and put her hand to her mouth. She remembered him getting the map out when they were looking for the Horcruxes, and seeing his loneliness for her. “But you sprayed the map with that potion Dumbledore made you. You knew he would think of you. That was so cruel. Did you stop loving him when he said he was leaving?” Hermione was horrified at Ginny’s confession, and her eyes filled with tears.

“How could you do that to him Ginny? You would have him torture himself like that. He’s been tortured all his life, and don’t forget he walked into the Forrest that night for you, for all of us.” Ron was livid at Ginny for her treatment and request she made of his best mate. He looked at her again and asked, “What did he do? Did he say anything?”

“Yes, he promised me he would look at it every night and torture himself knowing that when he was able to go home he might find me married and with a family. And if that happened he would be confident in knowing who he is and what his purpose in life is, only to be a lonely man the rest of his days, because he lost me to find himself. Then, he turned and walked away without looking back.”

They all stared at her awestruck that she was so cruel. “But, just calm down everyone… Hermione, no, I did not stop loving him when he said he was leaving. I love him now, and I will always love him. I stormed into the house furious at him and hurting because of what I made him promise; knowing what it would do to him. I was crying my eyes out which made me even more angry. Then mum sat us all down and told us everything he told her, and how emotionally distraught he was. It hit me hard him leaving thinking I hated him, and thinking I wanted him to suffer over me for the decision he made.”

A gust of wind blew against them and the thunder and lightening was nearly upon them. “You know? I think the air isn’t so blistering hot anymore. It actually feels nice,” said Bill changing the subject as Hermione and Ginny wiped their faces free of tears. “I think we’re going to get a thunderstorm instead of another tease like we’ve been getting. They moved on through the gate as they saw Molly approach them.

why isn't Harry approaching them?! ahhh if this was a movie I'd be yelling at the tv now (well, maybe not) :)

Caught up!
That's so harsh of Ginny! :O How could she!?
I hope her and Harry get together though.....*nods*
Awesome chapters!
PAMS!

Eviee <33

Thank you for sharing this story. Anxiously awaiting more... Love ya.

Hi Connie! I'm sorry for the late reply. I was going to comment last night but my eyes got heavy, so I decided to come back on commenting today that I can think more clearly. :)

Ouch! :blink:

For some reason it's very to imagine her doing that.

:whaa: Poor poor Harry. But I can see why Ginny would be mad. I'd be angry if I were in her situation too. But she does have some temper issues she needs to resolve. I think she should have been the one to go on a journey somewhere far to find herslef instead of Harry. :lol: I see that I'm getting carried away here. I'm being a bit biased since I favour Harry over any other character.

That's such a cruel thing to say. I feel so sorry for Harry. But then again, I still don't think going away for so long would be necessary. There are many other ways he could calm himself and relax, like perhaps a short vacation to Hawaii island! Or maybe not. :erm:

I'm glad I'm not the only one that took it badly. I mean knowing Harry, this request would hurt him emotionally beyond all.

Then again, I can see that it's natural for her to get mad at his decision for going away for so long but I'm starting to dislike her with the attitude she's putting on. :no:

Is that forshadowing an impending doom or something not les frightening? :gasp: Or maybe I'm just picking on small insignificant things as \i always do! ^_^

Connie I loved this chapter and I can't wait to read more. :glomp:

ashfig: Hey Ashley, thanks for reading and commenting. :xd: I would. Harry doesn't approach them for several reasons. And both reasons will be given in a few chapters. Well, one of them is given, and the other is given in a round about reason. :glomp:

Miss Evi3e <3: Hey Eviee, I'm glad to see you back. :P It was harsh of her, but one thing I always admired about Ginny is, she was always honest with her emotions. And also, I think she is very bold with the way she displays her emotions. I try to bring that out in my stories also. Thanks for reading and commenting. I appriciate the compliment also. Thanks. :glomp:

MollyW.: Hey Stephie. You're welcome; I'm very happy to share it. I'm glad you love it. :glomp::glomp::glomp::glomp:

crookshanks_kitty: Hey Ava, Eyes have a tendency to do that when we keep them open to long.:P Hard? :blink:Easy?:blink: Actually, I can imagine it very easy. She was angry when he left her in his 6th year, and she wasn't happy about him leaving the last time to find Horcruxes. (But at least she mostly understood.) This time, I think she felt that she was the one always giving up what she wanted so someone else could have what they wanted. I think more or less, it was just the straw that broke the camels back. Harry didn't have any idea he would be gone as long as he was. He thought he would do what he needed to do and come right back. However, he was determined to stay away until he resolved the issue he was having. It wasn't ever meant to be a cool down period, or vacation. Ah, don't be too harsh on her. I think her reaction was completely normal for her. And it is just about every girls plan to settle down and marry the man she loves, when she's ready to. It just happens that she was ready to, and Harry wasn't although he wanted to be. It was his plan to, which will be brought up a little later. :shifty: Actually... I purposefully wrote the weather in as a facter, plus a subtle mind bending plot. I started the story with a gentle hot breeze, and as time progressed the weather started turning more threatening. It was both; intentional, and needed.:shifty: Thanks Ava, I'm glad you loved it.:glomp:

To all my readers, thank you for reading, and I want to let you know that we are leaving in the morning for a 2 day trip to Ohio, for a Memorial Service. We won't be in a place where there is Internet, so I'll have to post my next chapter when I get back. I would like to honor my husbands Grandma by saying she was a wonderful woman, and will be sorely missed by all her children, grand children, great grandchildren, and her great great grandchildren. She would have been 103 years old next month. She played the organ for her church up until 2 weeks before she died, when a stroke stopped her from being able to do the thing she loved so much; playing that organ for God.
Oh, and if anyone else wants to comment on my story, please do. Thank you everyone. :glomp:

Ginny!!!!! Well now that was mean!!! It's kind of nice to find ou that she got into the Harpies in passing lol but I'm surprised she didn't go back to Hogwarts when Jarry left.

Somehow I think Bill's secret contractor is closer than he thinks ;)

Poor Harry though, hearing Ginny talk about that must hurt. But now at least he knows what it was like for her. He still hasn't moved yet...but why? Is he arrows of what they'll think of him?

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Oooo super sleuth! :shifty: haha I'll be on the lookout!
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My condolenscenses! She sounds wonderful. RIP!

Haii there! Yeah sorry i suddenly disappeared a while ago...i bet you were wondering where i was as i said i'd read the WHOLE of your story *hides* Was in Wales camping for two weeks...it's good to be back :D hahahaha. But i'm back now *parades around the thread*

Yes it was! But i do see your reasoning. She's always admired me because she can fend for herself and not expect people to fend for her. She has such a fiery spirit and when she loves she loves....hence her showing her emotions clearly. :D

Your welcome for the comment i'm glad to write them. Can't wait for more! :D


That's so sad... :cry: It's completely fine that you have to go i completely understand take all the time you need. It's just so sad that she wont be there to see all of the young ones grow up...was like *woah* when i saw how old she was, then again my great nan is 94.

:cry: I don't actually know what to say....

I'm so sorry for your lose.

R.I.P