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lilly_luna · 06-12-2010, 09:12 AM

My fourth fan fic!! the title says it all
- since i've never been asked to put a disclaimer in before and have done now i'd better - i credit Jk Rowling for the creation of the characters... and what ever else and that she's an inspiration not copying ...

SPOILER!!: Chapter Links

Chapter One

“Harry, Harry wake up”
“Huh – what’s going on?”
“We’ve got to go – now”
“Their here?”
“Yes, I can hear them behind the trees on the right of the clearing”
Harry waved his wand and the tent disappeared into his backpack.
“Come here” he held out his hand for her to take and she grabbed it. They apparated into an alley way behind a busy street,
“We need to get into the crowd” he peaked out, “We have to keep moving for a bit”
She nodded,
“We might have to change what you look like again Gin”
“Blonde hair this time then?-” She smirked, “-And maybe a new face”
“I’ll always like you better as a redhead and your Weasley nose” he grinned tapping her brown hair with his wand as it changed to blonde,
“I’ll stay as I am” he smiled a hand ruffling the messy Draco cut.
“If either of us is red we’ll be found” she grinned. “So stick with the blonde for now”
“Let’s go then”
He held her hand and then linked it through his arm, “Did you get any sleep?”
“No, Azkaban’s still fresh”
He held her closer, “I’m sorry”
“Don’t be, you got me out of that hell hole”
“You’re going to be ok” he smiled looking down at her, she still managed to make the same face without her normal features,
“We’re on the run from the law enforcement squad, in the middle of a city during the Christmas rush”
“You’re innocent and we won’t be found” He led her down the street “We should catch a train – go to the middle of nowhere”
“We were in the middle of nowhere” she sighed, “At least to me anyway”
“Then we stay where it’s packed – but move to a different city”
“Ok”
“Then I think we should head towards Hogwarts”
“What but -”
“It’s the safest place apart from putting you in a vault at Gringotts, it’s going to be empty in a few days that’s when we can apparate into Hogsmeade and go through the tunnel in Honey dukes”
She nodded and kept walking until she saw something – “Harry” she hissed stopping, both of there faces paling as they looked at the front of a newspaper there own old faces mirrored back.
“It was going to happen sometime” he handed over the muggle money for a copy of the paper.
“We need to get a room somewhere and get you some sleep”
“It say’s we’re murderers on the run Harry”
“You didn’t kill anyone neither did I – they did” he said pointing to the paper, “I’m Will and your Sarah and we’re students travelling around England” he guided her into the hostel on the corner,
“We need a two bed room for the night”
“You got £10 cash and names”
“Will and Sarah Reynolds” he handed over the money,
“Married?”
“To my little sister - no”
“Oi” she grinned and punched his arm “Only older by a minute”
“She’s my little twin sister” He grinned “But she’s a big pain in the butt”
He handed over a key, “Up the stairs on the right, the bathrooms at the end of the corridor on each floor”
“Thanks” Harry smiled and they made there way up,
“You just think that lie up” she asked,
“Yeh and with the hair we look more related then as a couple which is what there looking for”
“You really are thinking like an auror”
“It ‘all come in useful for next year” if they got that far, and if they hired someone that managed to break into Azkaban and take a prisoner with him on the way out,
“This is grotty” Ginny sighed “It’s about as nice as my cell” she said looking around,
“It’s just for tonight, we’d better not use magic anymore or they’ll find us”
“Why would they think it was me Harry? How could I kill my own brother?”
“I don’t know Gin, but whatever happened to Percy was not your fault”
“He was standing there pointing at me with his wand, telling me that I should tell the ministry where you three were if I knew, I took out my wand but I didn’t say anything I didn’t cast a spell and then there was the green light and he was gone, he was just lying there with his eyes open and a shocked look on his face” She shivered remembering the moment,
“Then what happened?”
“They grabbed me, like they knew I’d cast the spell, like – like they were waiting – Harry you don’t think?”
“They set you up Gin”
She looked up at him sitting on the bed parallel “Scrimgeour but why?”
“I don’t think he’s thinking for himself anymore”
“He’s gotten close enough to him to imperious Scrimgeour?”
Harry nodded, “If its right it means there not after you Gin, there after me using you and Percy”
“Do you think there’s a chance he’s still alive”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, but until we get more information we can’t be sure that was even Percy”
She focused on the floor for a moment, thinking and then looked up at him “Why did you come alone?”
“Ron wasn’t speaking, he hasn’t opened his mouth at all since it happened, Hermione’s hasn’t left his side, the paper just said you’d been taken to Azkaban for killing him and I went straight there to get you out”
“They think I did it don’t they, my family think I’m guilty”
“You can’t think like that-”
“But they do, they never told you there’s a chance I might be innocent they just assumed guilty straight away”
“I don’t think it’s like that -”
“I’m right though aren’t I, I know you believe me, you rescued me from an impenetrable prison on a rock without out any evidence, but my own family turned there backs the moment I need them”
“I have all the evidence I need, I know you better then anyone else, you wouldn’t kill anyone let alone your own flesh and blood” he got up and wrapped his arms round her as she cried into his chest, “They’ll believe it soon, we’ve just got to give them proof”
“I’m a Weasley that should be proof enough”
“It will work out, I’ll make it work”
“We’re on the run in a city I don’t even know the name of”
“It’s Birmingham; we’ve gone to the midlands”
“How do you know where to go?”
“I came here once; I caught a train from Surrey to here under my invisibility cloak to get away from everything for a day”
“Did you do it a lot?”
“It was an easy way to get away without anyone knowing; I could sneak up and down the stairs early in the morning or late at night and just be away from them for a whole day”
“Wish I had a cloak to do that”
“You’ve got me you’ve got my cloak” he smiled “Now its time for you to sleep” He gently moved round and laid her down on the bed,
‘How long have I got you for?’ crossed her mind quickly but she replied to him instead with, “What if I can’t?”
“You’ve got to keep trying or this isn’t going to get any better Gin” his fingers stroked through her hair tenderly and he smiled looking down at her,
“You would know right” she said with a smile back,
“You know I do” he leant in and kissed her forehead and made to move to his own bed but she reached out holding his hand,
“Stay here… please”
He knew what she meant and lay down beside her; she moved his hand to rest on her waist, the other under his head as he looked at her. She closed her eyes hesitantly.

It left him in thought. They weren’t together, he told her they couldn't be while this war was going on, but then this happened. He’d been in the forest with Hermione and Ron and they got hold of a prophet at a known wizarding village near by.

They’d tried to convince him it was a trap to lure him out of hiding but he had to find out for himself, she wasn’t going to suffer for him, not Ginny - he - he – his thoughts choked themselves as if he were speaking aloud and they wouldn’t go any further. He couldn’t put her in that kind of danger, he couldn’t love her because it would kill her, and it nearly had already.

onar · 06-22-2010, 06:14 AM

YAY!!!!!! Another H/G fanfic!!!!!!!! So Ginny is being framed for Percy's murder and the wizarding world is still at war with the Death Eaters and Voldemort, right? Oh, it's gonna be hard for Harry and Ginny to be together in all these....hopefully you'll make it work

PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Angie-

P.S.: He he I'm the first reader!!!!!!!

3uzz3ee · 06-22-2010, 08:48 AM

AHHH
I love it!
I want to hug Harry and Ginny right now...
Poor Gin- I can tell she didn't tell Percy!
PAMS
ILY

Abi... xox
P.S- I'M THE SECOND READER!

lilly_luna · 06-23-2010, 04:35 AM

Yey! it's soooo good to be back ! I have the best sisters eva ! xLillyx

Chapter Two

He looked at her, she’d moved during the night and was clinging to him her pale little hand still tightly clasped around a ball made of the material from the t-shirt he was wearing, her head on his chest and one of her long slender legs bent at the knee slightly overlapping his. It felt right being so close to her, the scent from her hair flooding his senses as he inhaled - even though it was blonde it smelt the same - the warmth of her body beside his but it was dangerous, too dangerous for her.

He tried to move away as gently as possible but she muttered “Harry” under her breath and he lay frozen staring at her before flipping an invisible switch and moving away abruptly. This wasn’t allowed to happen.

“Harry” she mumbled again, this time clearer and more annoyed as her eyes opened “You’re really comfortable”
“Well your not” he started angrily, she stared at him, sitting up when she noted the tone of his voice,
“What’s wrong?”
He ignored her and picked up his bag “We have to go”
She was annoyed now to “Can I at least use a bathroom first?”
“Fine, hurry up” He sat on his bed and didn’t take off the backpack.
She looked at him for moment sitting motionless on the bed glaring off into space, “Have you just become unpleasant over night?”
“You could say that” he replied coldly. He was going to protect her if it killed him and it was likely it would but it would be worth it.
She huffed now past annoyed and verging on furious as she slammed the door and went to the bathroom.

He took a deep breath, his fists clenched and unclenched, he rubbed his forehead. This was going to hurt him more then it hurt her. She came back in after a few minutes decidedly a little less angry so she could try and figure out what was wrong with him.

“Lets go” He muttered, standing up and re adjusting the backpack, she picked up her own,
“Are you going to tell me what the problem is?”
“There’s no problem” he said walking out the door, she followed on
“If you’re not going to tell me I’m leaving”
“You can’t do that” his voice became worried and then changed back to anger “I mean your not safe by yourself”
“I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself brother” she said as the manager from the night before walked past them,
“Getting locked up is not looking after yourself” he hissed quietly but it changed, he swore under his breath only it came out in parsel tongue. Ginny went quiet and stared at him,
“Walk” he said firmly taking her am and pulling her along with him down the stairs and out the door.
“What did you say?” she asked as he pulled her along and promptly let go once they were on the street,
“Nothing” he turned left walking briskly past the shops and to an alley way, “We need to move again” he took her arm but she pulled it away,
“I’m not going anywhere with you if you’re behaving like this”
He pulled out his wand and grabbed her round her waist with one strong arm apparating before she could stop him, or fight his grip.
Before she could say “Let me go” he had and was standing a few feet away from her
“We should find Ron and Hermione” he said walking off into the forest, “They were around here and she said they wouldn’t move until I came back” The plan changed, he couldn’t be alone with her anymore.
She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what was wrong and the tears fell so easily down her cheeks as she trudged after him.

He found the spot; he was feeling sick, the anger eating away at his insides. The nasty, mean and horrible side of Harry he never showed was a part of him Voldemort liked, that he could relate to. He guessed that the parsel tongue came from that part of him that now only existed in pretence to protect Ginny but was really tearing them both apart. He could hear her quiet sobbing behind him, but pushed on to the clearing trying to ignore it echoing in his head.

“Hermione – Ron” he called out “We’re back”
They were still here he could sense the magic in the air protecting the tent, his finger tips tingling as he reached out feeling the gentle waves of it touching his skin.

The tent reappeared and Hermione stepped out wand drawn “How do I know it’s you?” she looked them up and down seeing blonde hair and different faces.
“You don’t so I guess you’ll just have to trust me” He smirked; she grinned and leapt over to hug him and then her.
She wrapped her in a hug “Ginny, why are you crying?”
“Just glad to see you that’s all”

Ron stepped out of the tent, took one look at her and then went back inside.
“He thinks’ I did it doesn’t he”
“He’ll come round to sense soon enough” Hermione smiled, Harry went inside after him –
“Let’s leave them too it – tell me where you’ve been”
“I wouldn’t count on it, Harry may believe me but he’s angry with me and I don’t know why”
“What do you mean – he got you out of Azkaban right?”
“Yes, then we went on the run for a few days in the forest, they nearly found us so we went to the city and he told me we should head to Hogwarts, he never said you’d be waiting for us anywhere and he was fine until this morning it’s like his flipped, he’s treating me like a child and he said something in parsel tongue, he wouldn’t tell me what it was”
“I don’t know what could be wrong – how was he acting to you before?”
“He was just Harry, he hugged me, he held me last night told me everything was going to be ok – he woke up this morning and he couldn't be near me, he grabbed me to apparate here”
“Gin, I think – I think he’s realising that he cares for you too much”
“But he’s being a pig”
“He’s trying to keep you away from him so you’re not a target”
Her hand went to her mouth and more silent tears fell as Hermione pulled her into a hug, cast the protective spells round the tent again and changed her face back to normal.

Harry stepped inside the tent “She didn’t kill him” he raised his wand changing his face back because the way Ron was looking at him was worrying,
Ron sighed “How do you know?”
Harry sighed “So your back to talking again?”
“Answer my question Harry”
“Because I think she was set up to get to me”
“Brilliant your not even together anymore and she still gets hurt and my brothers dead”
“He might not be and I’m going to protect her now”
“How are you going to do that?”
“You have to help me; I can’t keep her away from me by myself”
“What?”
“If she thinks I don’t want her she’ll stop caring for me, they won’t have a reason to take her”
“You really think she’ll give up just like that?”
“I’ve got to try, I – I love her it’s the only way”
Ron’s eyes widened and he stared “You what?!”
“Don’t start this Ron, please, just understand what I’m saying”

He spoke for a bit, Ron listening and more often then not replying angrily to some of the things he said but agreeing to help him. Harry left to go back outside after a while; Hermione was talking to Ginny in whispers that stopped when they saw him.

“Ginny said you said something in parsel tongue without meaning to”
“What of it” he stood folding his arms against his chest.
Only Hermione was talking and he was thankful not to have to look at Ginny, “Do you know why it might have happened – it could have something to do with the link to him”
“Course it does, it always does because he’s the only reason I can speak the stupid language, has she been telling you anything else – that I’m talking it in my sleep maybe?”
“Don’t be so arrogant Harry, it doesn’t suit you”
“Don’t assume you know everything that’s wrong with me and that either of you are able to fix it” he stalked off into the forest kicking branches as he went, blood pounding feverishly through his system.

This anger was real now, and it was eating him from the inside out. He had to keep control over it, it was only meant to keep her away for now, not drive everyone he knew away from him for life.

Morag · 06-23-2010, 03:16 PM

New Reader. WOW! I love your Fan Fic. My friend told me to reader one of your other Fan Fics, Be with You, and I loved it so when I noticed you were the authour to this Fan Fic, I just had to read it. I love Harry/Ginny fics, there my favourite.
PAMS PAMS PAMS
S x

onar · 06-23-2010, 08:59 PM

Oh, poor Ginny!!!!!! Harry can be so thick sometimes!!!!!!!! I hope he won't keep that attitude up for much longer, because he's getting on my nerves....well....truth be told he's kinda sexy when he's angry

but still I like the loving Harry better.....PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Angie-

lilly_luna · 06-25-2010, 04:19 AM

Chapter Three

The days passed, they moved from secluded forest to secluded forest gradually moving north enough that on Christmas Eve they apparated into the Honey Dukes cellar. They walked down the tunnel in silence, which was all that had been between the four of them unless they were deciding on there destinations. Harry put his cloak over Ginny giving her the only extra protection he could offer, she smiled at him remembering what he had said but he wouldn’t look at her face, scared that to look into her eyes would betray what he was doing. Hermione cast the disillusionment charm on the three of them as they made there way to the room of requirement.

“Are you going to remind me again why a school full of death eaters is the safest place for us, my little sister and the chosen one?”
“The last place they’ll expect to find us is right under there noses”
“Isn’t it easier to find us if were hiding in plain sight?”
“We’ll be fine” he muttered looking at his map and then pressing them all up against the wall as Head Master Severus Snape walked past briskly. “Trust me”

He didn’t even notice them, and they started walking again, “I told you” Harry smirked and walked in front of the wall three times to make the door appear they stepped inside to find a large room with three doors off it, with a main living room, kitchen and fully stocked library.

“Sweet” smirked Ginny walking inside and twirling around on the spot. Harry caught himself staring as Ron closed the door behind them and watched it vanish. He came out of his line of thought and walked past her into the kitchen, she followed him inside but Hermione held Ron’s arm as he tried to go in after them.

“He doesn’t want to be alone with her” he said, trying to pull away,
She refused to loosen her grip “He has to tell her, he has to be honest or this will never work out even after the war”
“Who say’s he’ll still be alive for anything to happen”
“I do Ron, I have faith in him and I’m going to help him” she let go of his arm and walked away into on of the rooms. He sat on the couch and tried not to listen to the crying from both rooms.

“Harry”
“Ginny” he replied looking through the empty cupboards, they’d have to get in touch with Dobby in the kitchens.
“Look at me will you, you didn’t have a problem with it a few days ago”
He paused and turned slowly to face her, his eyes burning her forehead and refusing to look at her eyes,
“Please” the tears came again “Just look”
“I – I can’t” he turned away again,
She took a step forward and watched his body tense up hearing her quiet footstep “Why not?”
“It’s too hard” he gripped the bench top,
“Try” she wiped her cheeks but they were still falling,
“I can’t do this”
She reached out to touch his arm,
“Don’t” he could feel it hovering hesitantly and she reeled it back,
“Why not, what’s so wrong with me that you won’t let me near you?”
“It’s not you, it’s me”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why can’t you just leave it?” he asked “There’s things about me that no one will ever understand and I don’t want to have to explain”
“You can’t hide from me Harry”
“What makes you think you have any hold over me, that you of all people can do anything to change what I am?”
“What are you?”
“I’m the one thing that can get you killed despite everything you try to do to fight it” he slammed the cupboard door closed and walked out, leaving her crying. He joined Ron sitting on the couch, “Why can they only cry when you tell them something they don’t want to hear?” he put his head in his hands, feeling an ache in his skull and throbbing at the back of his head.
Ron shrugged “Natural response to pain” and got up knocking on the door Hermione had gone through,
“Hermione”
“Yes”
“Can I come in?”
“Hmm”
He looked at Harry, who hadn’t moved, and then stepped inside.

Harry got up hearing her footsteps,
She spoke before he could move any further “Don’t you dare walk away from, me not again”
He sat down and looked at the floor.
“We have to talk about this properly, because I need to know what it is exactly that you feel for me”
He didn’t reply, his fists clenched, he had to go before he did something he would regret.
“I know you don’t hate me, it’s not in you to hate anyone apart from three people on this planet – Snape, Bellatrix and him” She said carefully, “So tell me Harry, what do you see when you don’t look at me?”
“Nothing but darkness”
“And when you do look?”
“Everything I can’t have”
“Why not, why can’t you have what you want?”
“Because it will kill you and I can’t be responsible for that” he stood up “So I’m going to ask you one last time, will you just leave it, ok, just leave it alone - please” He got up and walked into the other room as Ron and Hermione came out.

“I don’t want to talk about it” she said before either of them could ask,
“Oh Gin” Hermione rushed to sit next to her and hug her, “I’m sorry”
“Why Hermione, why does he have to do it? Why can’t he just be happy?” she sobbed into her arms, “It’s just not fair”
“Nothing ever has been for Harry, we all know that”
“But he – he wants me, I want him so much too but he won’t let it happen”
“It’s Harry; he’s trying to protect you” she replied stroking her head and through her hair,
“And what if I don’t want to have to be protected”
“He’s doing what’s best for you” Ron said looking at her “And he’s trying not to fall apart himself”
Ginny looked up “You think I’m being selfish don’t you?”
He nodded “Can’t you see that yourself?”
“I only see him; I’m only alive for him to be with him”
“You have to forget that”
“I can’t give him up”
“You have too, he doesn’t want you”
“Don’t tell me that, I don’t want to hear it”
“Somebody has too, and you have to listen to it Ginerva, he doesn’t want you!”
She got up and ran into the empty room,
“Ron!” yelled Hermione, “Why would you do that?”
“She needed to hear it and he’s not going to tell her”
“You idiot” she said furiously and went to the door, “Gin, Gin open the door”
“Leave me alone!” She sat on the bed, she couldn't cry anymore; her eyes gave up, red, swollen and sore. She looked at her hands and then at the wall separated the rooms; he was right on the other side. She grabbed the first thing to hand and threw it at the wall. The lamp smashed violently, and Hermione’s urgent banging was apparent on the door again, she’d locked the door using a spell she knew Hermione didn’t, and knew they couldn’t trace her while she was using magic at school cause that was where she was supposed to be.
“I said leave me alone!” she shouted and threw the other lamp next to what would have been Hermione’s bed and watched it smash against the same wall.
“Ginny let me in!” she banged again,
She swore at her loudly and grabbed a large book throwing it at the wall. It hit it with a thud, but this time it was his voice speaking through the wall to her,

“I’m sorry” He was sitting next to it on the other side, his palm pressed against it, “I’m so sorry” his palm closed into a fist and he punched the wall furiously, yelling out in frustration as he did so over and over again. He looked at the dent in the wall, the blood on his knuckles and flexed his hand, the sharp pain dull behind everything else he felt at that moment. She kicked the stuff out of the way before sitting down beside the wall, running her fingers over the damaged surface where the lamps and book had hit, closing her eyes leaning her head against it,
“I know”

lilly_luna · 06-25-2010, 04:24 AM

Chapter Four

“Harry” said a voice,
He’d fallen asleep against the wall, “What?” he muttered,
“Get up” Ron replied,
“Why?”
“Because you’re sleeping next to a wall on the floor and it ain’t right”
“She’s still on the other side?”
“Well Hermione hasn’t got the door open so we’re guessing that”
He knocked on the wall gently with his good hand, “Ginny”
“Harry?” she spoke quietly, as if she’d just woken up too and he smiled absentmindedly,
“Hermione wants to come in”
“Oh, ok” He heard her get up and he did the same,
“So what’s the deal with you two now?” Ron asked,
“I don’t know” Harry sat on the bed “Can we not talk about it?”
“What happened to your hand?”
Harry gestured his head to the wall, he was pretty sure something was broken but couldn’t be bothered with it right now. Ron conjured up a bandage and threw it at him,
“Angry much” he said watching him wrap his hand up,
“You don’t shut up and it won’t be the wall” he muttered and then realised it was parsel tongue again when Ron stared,
“Not again” Harry sighed and rubbed his scar with his good hand.
“Is it burning again?”
“Hasn’t done it in ages, it’s just a scar”
“It’s more then that, it’s a mark that-”
“Do you not know when to shut up?” Ron was staring again; Harry swore “It came out in flaming snake didn’t it?”
Ron nodded,
“Quit staring” Harry said getting up and leaving the room. He threw himself on the couch in the living room, as well as this craziness he still had to track down four more Horcruxes and there were no more leads on two of them.

He didn’t hear her footsteps, he was to consumed by what he had to do,
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine” he shrugged,
“We’re not going to talk about it again are we?”
“No”
“Ok so let’s talk about something else, we can do that”
“I might be looking at the floor a lot” he smiled his eyes still down and she smiled too,
“That’s ok, talking is a start” she sat on the couch opposite “What’s your favourite colour?” she already new but she wanted to make sure. He glanced at her and then focused his eyes firmly on the coffee table “Red – yours?”
“Green” he didn’t need to see her smile, he could hear it in her voice,
“What’s your favourite food?” she asked,
“Your mum’s roast potatoes”
“Mine too” she let a small laugh escape, “This is getting weird isn’t it”
“A bit”
“And awkward”
He couldn’t look up still “Just a little” he sighed “Why does it have to be so hard?”
“It doesn’t – you can make things a lot easier”
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it”
“You can’t scare me away Harry” she got up and sat beside him, and sighed when he flinched. “I can’t help the way I feel about you”
“You need to, for you own sake”
“Please stop fighting it, your not going to win” her hand reached for his and he let her hold it, “See what I mean”
“Hmm” he mumbled looking at her delicate fingers entwined with his own
“Are you going to go back to normal Harry soon?”
“You don’t know a normal Harry”
She took a deep breath and held his damaged hand to her cheek, “Silly billy why’d you punch the wall”
“I was angry and it was that or Ron for telling you I didn’t want you”
“You should have hit him” she mumbled, letting go of it and moving to sit opposite him again
“It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that I can’t have you”
“You can have what you want”
“But you can’t have me and Merlin knows I can’t be allowed to have you because I’m not Harry; I’m the chosen one”
“There’s a Harry in there that I know, one that saved me from death on more then a few occasions, one that – that – that kissed me like never before in front of a common room full of people, there’s someone in there that rescued me from a prison full of death eaters because he’s the only one that believes me, that held me one night when I thought I’d never be able to sleep again. There’s a Harry in there that I love and I know loves me just as much”

He looked up at the last sentence; he looked her right in those beautiful browns eyes. So much for staying away… One moment he was sitting opposite her the next he was kissing her so fiercely it would have given Ron a heart attack if he saw.

He broke away, staring at her and then stood up,
“I – I – I” he stuttered and she stared at him, he was getting annoyed with himself, he didn’t know what to say to her, he wanted to say sorry to tell her it was a mistake and he’d led her on without meaning to but he couldn’t, angry muttering in parsel tongue came instead. She stood up walked round the couch to stand in front of him looking up into his eyes,
“I know why reds your favourite colour” her hand went to his cheek, “You know why greens mine” the thumb tracing under his eye, her hand moved down neck to his chest and she could feel his heart beat racing under her fingertips,
“I understand what you’re trying to do but it won’t work, I don’t want to be protected, let me fight with you”
He held her hand at his chest, “I can’t do that; I can’t lose you because it would kill me before he ever got a chance to”
“He won’t hurt me; I won’t let it happen because nothing is going to keep me from you”
He shook his head “I’m going to keep you away” he stepped backwards letting go of her hand, it fell to her side,
“Don’t do it please” she pleaded looking into his eyes, “I’m begging you Harry don’t do this”
“I’m sorry, I know it doesn’t feel like it means much but I am, I’m so sorry” tears rolled down his cheeks, she reached out but he stepped back again “I wish things were different but there not, we can’t do this not now”
“I’ll wait then”
“You can’t hold on waiting to see if I survive, it will only hurt you more, you need a clean break”
Her stomach churned and her hand went to her mouth, shaking her head,
“Hermione!” he called out, “Hermione!” he said it again more urgently, she opened the door and looked out,
“She’s going to be sick” he stood watching as she rushed Ginny off to the bathroom, he had to stay away, he had to go, she’d be safe with them. He went to his room, grabbed his backpack and cloak,
“What are you doing?”
“Take care of her ok” he left the room,
“Harry – Harry where are you going?” Ron called out; Harry paused at the door that appeared before him,
“I’m going to end this”
He threw on his cloak and opened the door, just like he asked it opened near the tunnel and vanished behind him before Ron could get to it.

“You just let him go?!” Hermione said furiously,
“What did you want me to do stun him?!”
“Anything to stop him”
“It’s his choice to leave and anyway he had his cloak on I couldn’t see him”
“What did he say?” she heard Ginny vomit again in the bathroom and the crying after,
“To look after her and that he was going to end this”
“He’s going to find the Horcruxes and then fight him himself, it’s suicide” she turned away and went back to the bathroom,
“He’s gone hasn’t he” she mumbled wiping her mouth with a handful of toilet paper, Hermione nodded,
“I’ve pushed him too far, he’s going to die and it’s my fault”
“Don’t think like that”
“But it is… I’ve lost him forever” she curled up on the floor,
“Gin you can’t stay here”
She didn’t say anything, “Ginny” Hermione gave up when she knew she wasn’t going to get answer and went to get Ron. He lifted her up off the floor and put her into one of the beds, covering her in the quilt and tucking her in. He set up a makeshift bed on the floor beside her and Hermione took the other bed. He lay there watching her, she didn’t move her eyes were open and she rarely blinked. He fell asleep watching her, Hermione was next to give in, but Ginny couldn’t let go. She lay awake all night seeing his face and hearing the words that smashed her heart into minuscule pieces -“You need a clean break”.

Morag · 06-25-2010, 10:22 PM

OMG...Why is Ginny sick... I wonder??? And Harry left, its soo sad, I felt like crying. You are such a fantastic writer! PAMS PAMS PAMS!
S x

onar · 06-27-2010, 10:41 AM

Oh my my......where's Harry going? And also why is Ginny sick? Hmm....interesting....and what's up with Harry talking in Parseltongue?????
Looking forward to your next post....
PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!
-Angie-

lilly_luna · 06-28-2010, 09:28 AM

Ok Ginny's sick is her reaction to Harry's going it's not what you think lol thanks for reading and enjoying, there are more chappies on the way x

Chapter Five

Harry walked down the tunnel, Hufflepuff’s cup, Ravenclaw’s diadem, Nagini and the unknown. He pushed thoughts of Ginny to the back of his mind but ended up swearing under his breath in parsel tongue. It came out in a low hiss and he hid in an alcove when he eventually arrived in the cellar. The footsteps came and left going back up the stairs and he took his chance going up them quietly and leaving silently through the front door. He got out on the main street taking one last look at the castle before apparating. The street was packed, bursting at the seams with the last minute Christmas Eve shoppers. He headed for the leaky cauldron and went inside. There faces were everywhere, it had been set up as a base for the ministry and Tom was loyally serving them all drinks and food. He panicked and stood in a corner out of the way.

“What we need to know is how he got her out of there without anyone noticing - I mean with a past like his and his history of fainting around dementors how could he have gotten through them all?”
Ginny was the only reason he made it, why didn’t they see that? She was the reason he set foot in there but now he’d proved to everyone just how much he was willing to sacrifice for her and put a target on her forehead only Voldemort and the death eaters had picked up on. It was thinking of her that made him strong enough to let her go, to do this.

He walked through the mass of people carefully and got to the bar, “Tom” he whispered, the man froze, Harry smirked “Tom I need your help” this would be easier if he though he was a ghost “I need you to talk to me somewhere private please” Tom nodded and opened the door to the back room, he walked in and Harry followed and Tom closed the door.
He started “You in here?”
“I’m here”
“Show yourself”
“Don’t shout, scream or made any other noise that will give me away please”
“I won’t sir, just show yourself and tell me what business you have here”
Harry lowered the hood of his cloak only showing Tom a floating head,
“Bless my soul”
“Now you understand” Harry smiled “How are you Tom?” he reached out a hand to shake his, Tom took it hesitantly, watching it floating,
“You must be a damn fool to come strolling in here when there all looking for you and that girl”
“I’ll be fine unless you plan to tell them I’m here”
“No sir”
“And she’s hiding somewhere until I can prove her innocence”
“What – but there were witnesses”
“The order has reason to believe Scrimgeour is not under his own control anymore, he’s being used as a puppet by much darker forces then his own twisted mind”
“You’re not saying that you know who has people in the ministry?”
“I am, you really think any Weasley could kill a member of there own family in cold blood Tom, let alone the youngest?”
“There going after both of you like there’s no tomorrow”
“They can’t be doing that much if I’m able to walk into their head quarters and they not have the faintest idea I’m here”
He nodded his head “And the girl?”
“She’s my best friends little sister, I stayed at there house every summer for the past how many years, there going to go after some one I care for to lure me out of hiding” He more then cared, he – he loved her but he couldn’t think about that now could he -
“How did you get out of Azkaban?”
“A lot of happy memories” he smiled, allowing himself to remember every moment he’d spent with Ginny all over again, sitting under the tree by the lake talking, her face, her scent, her eyes, her lips… “I got her, we got out, what do they know?”
“There talking about you having some kind of power over the dementors, they all acted strangely when you took the Weasley”
“What do you mean?”
“They started attacking each other in stead of guarding the prisoners; they’re all being replaced by Aurors and ministry workers”
“And death eaters” Harry sighed “Which means there’s going to be a more then a few criminals wandering the streets very soon and no one will know there among us”
“You have to tell them”
“I can’t, they’ll arrest me on sight” there was a knock on the door and Harry threw his hood up covering himself.
“Come in” Tom called out,
“What you doing in here Tom, my men are thirsty”
“I’ll be right out, just you get back to the other side of my bar where your supposed to be” Tom grunted as the man closed the door, Harry took out his wand and cast muffilato around the room,
“I’d better make this quick then – I need the help of a goblin where can I go”
“I can talk to one that works at Gringotts if that’s any help, he’s a regular in here”
“Thanks that would be perfect”
“I’ll get you a room for now, stay here for a bit no one will bother you and I’ll come back with a key once they’ve settled down”

He sat there looking at the four bare walls and checking his watch. Christmas Day would be here shortly, given there were about four hours till midnight. This would be his first Christmas with out her or any of the Weasley’s in a few years, guilt flooded his system, he knew now he’d ruined her Christmas and now any of those coming after where she wouldn’t forget what he said. She would forget given time, she had to forget him it wasn’t healthy for either of them to dwell on it and when he was dead and buried she would have to say goodbye and find someone who loved her more then he could. No one would love her more then he did, then it dawned on him, he wouldn’t want her with anyone else, he’d want her with him. If she died, he’d kill himself before Voldemort could lay a hand on him, he was lost without her.

He dragged himself away from morbid thoughts as the door opened again; Tom put a key on a box in the corner and turned off the light but left the door open. Harry grabbed the key and left the room, “Thanks” he whispered walking past and up the stairs. He got to the room and sat on the bed. He had to stop himself from thinking about her; he had to stay in control. The urge to get angry and blow things up with his wand was one he had to control for his own mental state and to continue being inconspicuous with a bar full of Aurors down stairs. He looked over his fist undoing the bandages, and examining the damages. It was purple and swollen but he was thankful that he’d had the sense to use his left hand and not his right when releasing his frustration on the wall because he’d be useless without his wand hand this time round. He would have to ask Tom for ice and Skelegrow before he left. He wrapped it up a little tighter then before to support the bones a little better and wishing he hadn’t hit the wall with so much force when he went nuts.

There was a knock on the door, “Its Tom, with your guest”
He opened the door, and they came inside, “Thanks Tom – before you go can I ask are you able to get hold of some skelegrow and ice?” he held his swollen and purple bruised hand up,
“I’ll see what I can do” he nodded and closed the door.
“I believe you are in need of my assistance”
“I recognise you” Harry gestured to the two chairs by the fireplace and sat down in one,
“My kind all looks fairly similar”
“You, I recognise you, because you were the very first goblin I spoke to with Rubeus Hagrid six years ago”
“Griphook’s my name sir”
“Happy Christmas Griphook, I’m Harry Potter”
“Happy Christmas Mr Potter”
“So let’s get straight to the point -”
Griphook interrupted before Harry could finish “Directness is a quality we admire in goblins and wizards”
“- I need to break into a vault at Gringotts”
“It cannot be done”
“You can open this vault for me, I can get an item which will inadvertently help bring down the reign of a evil Wizard both mine and your kind fear”
“You’re a criminal”
“I’m no more a criminal then you are”
“I am if I aid your crime”
“What would be the price of your assistance?”
“I do not want for gold”
“I wasn’t talking about gold, I was asking for what you would want in return for your help”
Griphook paused; Harry watched the strange creature carefully examining every expression that crossed his face as he debated over what to say next.
“I will help you for no fee”
“You’re sure?” Harry was taken aback in surprise, “There’s nothing you want?”
“I’m quite certain; I will help you to stop him that is all”
“Thankyou Griphook – now are you free boxing day?” Harry said with a smile, but his eyes planning there way into the bank.

Morag · 06-28-2010, 09:54 AM

Wow Great Post. What does Harry want from the Gringotts vault? Is so sad he won't be with Ginny or any of the other Weasleys at Christmas

I hope things look up for them soon.
PAMS!
S x

onar · 06-29-2010, 08:57 AM

Awwwwww, so Harry is gonna get into the bank all by his own????? How's he gonna pull this off???? He he sorry we just thought....you know a girl being sick...it usually means pregnancy in fanfictions and movies and books really.....PAMS!!!!!!!!
-Angie-

lilly_luna · 06-30-2010, 01:42 AM

LOL keep in mind i've written to chappie thirty already so i know what's going to happen ! they'll be a post in a day or so once i sort out my usb with the fic one - this lappie wont read it and mine doesn't have the internet - thanks for reading x

xLillyx

Little Trooper · 06-30-2010, 10:35 PM

New old reader.

Love it. I always love your writing and espically h/g stories. it made me sad to read it that Harry didn't want to be with Ginny.

So can't wait for more.

TheChosenOne · 07-01-2010, 01:20 AM

LILLY!!!!!!!!!!! OMG you're back with yet another H/G!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!

I'm so excited!!!!!! Oh, but it's a gloomy one by now...

poor Gin, eveybody thinks she's a bad bad girl!!! lol! I hope that Harry will realize soon enough that the best way to protect her is to be with her day and night and day and night and make us all happy

PAMS!!!!!!!!

lilly_luna · 07-02-2010, 03:17 AM

Chapter Six

“She’s been lying there the whole day Ron, we have to do something”
“What can we do? We can’t bring him back; we can’t get him to change his mind if she can’t”
“She’s not eating, she’s not sleeping, she’s not talking, and it’s not healthy for her to be like this”
“Don’t you think I don’t know that – bloody great Christmas this has been watching her slowly start killing herself over him”
“She’ll come round won’t she – I don’t think your mum could take it if – or Harry knowing that by trying to save her…” she stopped talking and went back into the room to sit on the floor and watch Ginny blink away the hours.

“Ginny you have to listen to me sweetheart” She began “He’s going to be fine and he’s going to come back to you. Don’t give up like this or your going to hurt yourself, he wouldn’t want that, he’s trying not to hurt you by leaving he doesn’t want you to punish yourself for something that won’t happen”

Hermione reached up to stroke her cheek but she rolled over to face the other way. Hermione sighed at her futile attempt to get through to her but stayed sitting on the floor watching her. If she was crying, or screaming or throwing things it would be something she could understand she could sooth her rage, but she was calm not angry. She was lying there, like she’d just given up on living like she knew he was going to die and she was intent on joining him when he did.

***

Harry sat watching the flames, he could hear them downstairs, it was Christmas day and they wouldn’t go home to there families but were searching for him. He was right there, he was waiting to be discovered but he knew it wouldn’t happen until he was already gone. He wanted the flames to turn green, for her to walk out and ask what he was doing here when he was supposed to be at the burrow with them to celebrate Christmas not hiding in a hotel room wallowing in sorrow he couldn’t fix. He rubbed his forehead and stood up. He checked his backpack one last time, the sword, the locket, the diary had been returned to Lucius Malfoy who’d probably thrown it out with the rubbish when he saw the hole and not bothered to tell Voldemort about its destruction.

The one question that bothered him so much about the Horcrux was the identity of the seventh, they hadn’t been able to find any evidence that it even existed only that he knew seven was the most powerful number in magic so it would have been his motive to make a seventh after talking to Slughorn about it. He’d tried to figure the puzzle out when he realised what he was missing. Dumbledore had told him years ago and he’d forgotten it,

‘He transferred some of his own powers onto you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I’m sure…’
‘Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?’
‘It certainly seems so.’

They were linked. Horcruxes were made when murders of importance to the psychopath took place; his own murder was that of importance. He was the Horcrux, he was the only link that kept Voldemort alive so when he died the piece of soul that was slowly turning his blood sour would die with him, and he’d save the world to lose his own life and to lose Ginny. He would have to give himself up when the time came, he’d get the other Horcruxes, he’d kill Nagini and then he’d hand himself over to die. It had to be by Voldemort’s hand he faced death one last time and it would be.

His thoughts were interrupted when Tom came in with a tray of food and a newspaper “Happy Christmas Mr Potter”
“Happy Christmas to you too Tom”
Harry looked over the paper, his face was still on it along with Ginny’s and Tom told him it had been that way for the past week.
“Has there been anything about Percy?”
“His body’s gone missing from the morgue; I thought you would have known?”
“No – Are there any leads on who took it or whether he walked out himself?”
“His parents were the last visitors”
“They wouldn’t take him” Harry shook his head “I know the Weasley’s they’re not going to do something like that which means that it wasn’t him”
“You think what then?”
“That who ever was killed in front of those witnesses was not Percy Weasley, just someone that looked like him and it was more then likely one of them that killed him – Percy would never ask her where me and my friends were, he’d know she would never tell him so there’d be no point in trying”
“You’re a smart young man”
“Auror in training for now” he tried not to think about his impending death negatively but couldn’t help it, “How can someone prepare for death Tom?”
“Why are you asking me questions like that?”
Harry smiled “I want to hear what you think, should I be scared of it?”
“Everybody is, but I reckon if you know it’s coming enjoy what’s left of life, you’ve got nothing to lose”
“He’s scared of death, he’s tried to avoid it for years and Merlins beard he’s gotten good at it, so good he managed to kill one of two people who could stop him” Harry stared into the flames “He killed Dumbledore and now he’s finally going to get me”
“What do you mean Mr Potter?”
“You can call me Harry Tom” he kept his eyes on the flames, her red hair, the way her eyes blazed as she ran to hug him and he kissed her for the first time instead.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to die Tom” he stared deeper, “I’m going to kill him, but I have to die too”
“You always have choice Harry”
“Not me Tom, I never have a choice, I have a destiny and it sucks” he smirked prodding a log with the poker, “I’m the chosen one” He looked up from the fire as if sudden inspiration had struck,

“You know his name is Tom too” the man looked at him worriedly “Tom Marvolo Riddle that’s where he got his name from, I am Lord -” he knew not to say his name or be tracked down, “It’s made up from the letters of his name, he told me in my second year down in the chamber of secrets when we was trying to drain the life out of Miss Weasley” he would have to say her name aloud at some point, he’d have to build up to it so it didn’t hurt so much.

Tom kept quiet not sure how to reply,

“In first year of course he told me that I was weak because I was able to love instead of strive for power, third year, well third year wasn’t so bad I gained a family member, fourth year he rose from a floating soul sucking the life out of unicorns, to using my blood to gain a body and killed my friend in front of me” he took a breath, remembering it all.

“Fifth year his most loyal follower took away one of the last links to my parents, Sirius Black, that family member I told you about before and kept trying to posses me, sixth year - sixth year he finally killed off Dumbledore with the aid of Severus Snape his right hand mad man, then I discovered that I could love someone so much but I wouldn’t be able to be with her and now seventh year and I’m alone, I’m going to die and I’m telling Tom the barman of the leaky Cauldron about my short life”

He laughed agonizingly to himself, the smile on his face the only way he could come to terms with it, it was either laugh or cry right?

“I don’t know what to say Mr Potter”
“Harry, Tom, its Harry” he smiled “You don’t have to say anything and you don’t have to do anything; you can go if you want, I’ll be leaving tomorrow so I’ll settle the bill now if you like – I won’t be having breakfast”
“No bill” Tom waved his hand,
“The least I can do is pay you for putting yourself at risk like this”
“No bill Harry” he patted Harry’s shoulder tentatively,
“Thank you Tom, I’m sorry you had to listen”
“You had to tell someone” Tom walked to the door “I’ll tell people about you, you mark my words, they’ll know about the real Harry Potter”
“It’s not a big deal Tom, its just death” he grinned and went back to watching the flames as the door closed.

Not a big deal, it’s just death and then he can’t hurt me or anyone else anymore.
‘He can’t hurt Ginny and neither can you’ The little voice inside his head laughing at him
‘See, death solves all life’s problems’

lilly_luna · 07-02-2010, 03:20 AM

Chapter Seven

Ginny lay there staring at the wall, Hermione had tried to reach out it wasn’t going to work. She didn’t want to be touched, moved; watched or talked to she just wanted to be left alone. She said he was going to come back, that he didn’t want her to punish herself that’s why he walked away. You couldn’t just stop loving somebody, it was impossible, she loved him, he loved her it was so simple yet so complicated it messed everything they’d ever had up.

He walked away to save her getting hurt, this was hurting her more, just to see him held her together it didn’t matter if they were a couple just as long as she could she his smile, look into his eyes, talk about anything , hug him when he needed it and when she needed one. No one hugged like Harry, the moment his arms went round her she felt safe, protected and loved, nothing would ever replace a Harry hug. She smiled to herself but it never appeared on her face, her eyes were looking at the wall seeing an imaginary him sitting there just like he was last night. He was sitting talking to her, telling her everything was going to be ok, that when this was over they could sit under the big old tree by the lake and he’d hug her, and kiss her and tell her that he loved her. She knew that wouldn’t happen though, because Harry was going to end it all, he was going straight to his death and trying to fight him without her help.

There was no clean break, there were only jagged edges around tiny pieces of her heart scattered in her chest and refusing to fit back together.

***

“You ready” Harry said under his cloak, he only held his wand the sword would come later.
“Ready” Griphook replied.
They walked inside the small goblin taking the lead inside the busy bank. The busiest day of the year had come just at the right time, no one would notice anything odd about a single lonely goblin going down to the vaults because everyone would be to busy to see.
Harry got in the cart, Griphook whispered if he was in and he kicked the wood to say yes. They were off speeding down to the very bottom of the bank. They stopped; Griphook had explained why when Harry had told him whose vault they would be accessing. There were dragons protecting the oldest family’s gold and the Black family were one of the oldest, with Bellatrix Lestrange of the last surviving members she’d want quality protection for a Horcrux.

He returned with a bag – “Clankers for the beast”
They were on there way again going further they he’d ever been hurtling down the tunnels and then he heard it. The roar of a dragon was not unfamiliar to Harry but this one, this was full of pain and aguish, he could relate to that.

“What do you do to the Dragons down here Griphook?”
“There blinded and chained and subdued with spells Mr Potter” he replied simply.

Dragons, though terrifying were beautiful, mystical creatures they should be free to live in the mountains they generally kept to not locked and shackled to walls in the bottom of a wizarding bank, Harry thought to himself but there was nothing he could do. He heard it and then he saw the poor creature, its eyes glazed over white, and the small puff of smoke floating from its nostrils; all dignity robbed from the mighty animal to serve a purpose. Hagrid would be furious.

“We’re here” he took out the instrument and swang it around, the noise made the dragon shy against the wall and howl like it was expecting to be struck out at with magic. Harry looked away and turned to the task at hand, Griphook opened the vault sliding his long nailed finger down the front of the door. It creaked anciently and opened, the air escaped Harry as he gasped in shock. The place was filled to the brim with heirlooms, priceless pieces and stacks of gold. His eyes searched
“Find it quickly, we don’t have much time” reminded Griphook as he stepped inside and took off the cloak, he saw it, perched precariously on a shelf far beyond his reach.
“Magic won’t work in here will it” he thought he’d better ask first rather then make a fool of himself in front of the Goblin who’d know the answer,
“No, call the item by name”
“ahh – Cup of Helga Hufflepuff’ he held out his hand and it floated towards him, he gripped it but it was burning hot, he fought to keep a hold on it and then switched to his bandaged hands taking the burn away slightly. He moved to stand outside the vault to cast a spell hoping it would work, to his relief it did, Gemino he muttered making two of the burning object and putting the second one inside on the floor it floated back up to the shelf and the vault closed behind him as he stepped out fully, “Griphook, my bag there’s a sword”
Griphook went to take it out; he stood staring at rather then handing it over,
“I need the sword Griphook”
“It is not yours to possess, it belongs to my kind”
“It’s the only thing that will destroy this” He reached out and grabbed it with his freed hand while Griphook was distracted, he threw the cup on the floor and plunged the sword into the metal. There was a loud pitched scream for a split second and Harry pulled the sword out. He put it back in his bag and threw in the destroyed cup,
“Let’s go”
“That sword is not yours to possess” Griphook repeated,
“I will kill him, and then I will give the sword to your kind”
“How can I trust you?”
“Take my word Griphook, I swear once I’ve finished killing all that’s left of that evil creatures soul the sword will be returned to it’s rightful owners – from whom I was lent it too by Albus Dumbledore”
He got in the cart and put on the cloak “We need to go before we get caught”
Griphook nodded and came back to life jumping in the cart and started it, they sped up to the surface. Harry leaped out followed by the little goblin and then keeping to the edge of the crowds left the building through the front doors. Griphook led him inside the Leaky Cauldron and up the backstairs to the rooms.
“Thankyou Griphook” Harry said taking down his hood once they were in the room,
“I’m glad to be able to help”
He put his hood back up, now for the diadem. He needed more information and headed out into the muggle world, he needed a place to go that wasn’t surrounded by aurors hunting him, that wasn’t Grimmald place he didn’t need those memories or Kreacher, and he couldn’t go back to Hogwarts not yet. He’d go to Sirius’s cave. He went down into the subway, scaring a passenger half to death when the turnstile clicked and went round when they couldn’t see anyone there. He got in an empty compartment where no one would hear the loud pop and apparated to the bottom of the rocky mountain side. It would be to difficult to try and keep the cloak on as well as climb so he cast the disillusionment charm and took it off. He began the climb, more time to think because only his hands were focused on the task, his brain was thinking about how close he was to her.
***

“We could call Dobby, there’s no reason the death eaters would go near the house elves they think there subservient”
“Go ahead, I’m going to check on Ginny” Ron replied, he stuck his head through the door way, the covers moved and she stood up, “Gin” he started but she walked right past him expressionless. He grabbed her wrist to try and stop her; she looked up into his eyes, her face still blank. He let go reluctantly and she went into the bathroom.

“Forget food I’m not that hungry”
“Don’t say that, now I know I’ve got to worry about you as well” Hermione sighed and called out the small elf appearing in front of her.
“Mistress Granger this is such a surprise”
“Hello Dobby” she smiled a little as he looked around,
“Mr Weasley – but where is Mr Harry Potter” Ginny stepped out of the toilet just in time to hear it and although her stomach lurched hearing his name she kept walking and went back to bed.
“Miss Weasley too, but you called Dobby so Dobby must ask, how can he be of service?”
“We would like some food while we hide here please, this room can make everything but that and we’re a little hungry”
“It is not safe for you to be in the school, evil roams the corridors” Dobby started,
“They don’t know we’re here, no one knows about this room we’re safe for now”
“I’ll get some from the kitchens it won’t take long”
“Please try your very best not to say anything about us to anyone”
“You need to tell him exactly or it could let it slip Hermione, forget being nice for the moment he’ll understand”
“Dobby we’re asking you not to say anything to anyone about us being here or why the food is being prepared”
“It’s done, they do not venture into the kitchens but Dobby will take care of your food himself and bring it back and no one will ever know” he grinned and clicked his fingers disappearing back to the kitchens.
“Why do you do that Ron?”
“Do what?” he was looking into the room at Ginny’s curled up form under the covers again,
“Act like they and I don’t have feelings” She replied and walked into the room to sit with Ginny closing the door on his irritated face.

Morag · 07-02-2010, 09:05 AM

Two Great Posts. I really felt for Harry when he was telling Tom all about his life. Itw was so sad but very well written. I wish Ginny would feel better. She's killing herself slowly. Practically torture! Now that Harry as destroyed the Hufflepuff Cup there is only a few more Horcrux to go.
You an excellent writer. I'm really enjoying your story.
Sophie x

onar · 07-03-2010, 10:11 AM

Oh, I'm feeling so sorry for Harry and Ginny for not being able to be together..... but giving up completely is not like our Ginny, I think she should get up, eat a bit and then work on some way to find Harry or something.......
PAMS!!!!!
-Angie-

Little Trooper · 07-03-2010, 08:27 PM

Harry will come back Ginny don't give up and hurt yourself like this.

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lilly_luna · 07-04-2010, 08:57 AM

Chapter Eight

He settled in for the night, putting on three pairs of socks, his jacket and cloak whilst making a makeshift bed and casting protective spells around him.

He lay there eyes open getting used to the cold and trying to think about the next task ahead. Who would know more about the diadem then anyone else? The person who’d told him in the first place was Luna, and then her fact’s and fiction crossed into ridiculousness then how could he even be sure that was the sixth – because there was nothing else that was a relic to that house. The story told of a woman Helena Hufflepuff her mother was a Hogwarts founder which meant it was only natural she would stay on at the castle if she died – the grey lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw house, it dawned on him, how could he have been so stupid to have missed it and surely Hermione might have come up with it as a suggestion. He would be going back to the castle, this was where it was all going to end, his final resting place his only home.

The students would be arriving tomorrow and he’d have to stop them going to the school, he had until about seven o’clock that night to find the diadem and get them out of the room of requirement – the room of requirement. Why did everything start coming together now when it would have been so much easier if his brain had been functioning earlier on?

He sighed remembering going in there last year to hide that damned potions book and using a tiara on a statue with a feather boa to mark the spot, Voldemort would know about this place of course he would because he was just as sensitive to the school’s secrets as Harry was. That was the diadem of Ravenclaw and it had been right within his grasp to destroy last year if he had had known what it was. He drifted off dreamlessly and then awoke a few hours later ready.

He couldn’t sleep anymore, he would say goodbye first.

He got up and dressed properly, he tied the sword to his waist covered in a makeshift scabbard to hide it, put his wand in his pocket, took the bandage off his now healed hand and stuffed it in the back pack with everything else he was leaving there. He put on his fathers cloak, put the marauders map where he could find it and apparated into Hogsmeade.

He snuck back into the school unnoticed, opened the door to the room of requirement and found them sleeping on the couch. Hermione’s head was resting on Ron’s chest lying on the couch – at least they had each other to get through this – the half eaten plates of food on the table. He looked into the first bedroom, empty, the second and he saw her lying there. He went in a closed the door behind him, she didn’t move. He saw the plate of untouched food and he walked round to kneel in front of her, her purple and red eyes staring right through him to the wall.

It broke him; she wasn’t supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be looking after her not letting her suffer. He reached out and touched her cheek

“Hello Harry” she whispered smiling, “You’ve come to say goodbye?”
He took down his hood so she could see him and nodded. He took off his cloak completely and then raised his wand to the door locking it and casting muffilato without a word.
She shuffled over as he removed the sword, slipped off his shoes and lay beside her on the bed. He could stare at her for all eternity, she would never get boring. She leaned up and kissed him before he could stop her but his hands held her shoulders to push her away.

“Say goodbye Harry” she replied simply leaning up to kiss him again except only this time he kissed back. They were consumed by the embrace. Nothing else mattered, nothing was as important.
He took her in his arms, he loved her carefully, tenderly and when it was over Ginny watched him dress with the same care he took before, replacing everything where it had been.
“Goodbye Ginny” he leant down for a last kiss and she wiped the tears from his cheeks,
“Bye Harry”

He opened the door silently and walked out; they were still asleep but had moved a little closer to each other. He heard movement in the room and knew Ginny had gotten up now.

“Ron, Hermione” he said sitting on the couch opposite,
They stirred, “Wake up guys” he said a little louder,
“Harry” Hermione mumbled opening her eyes “Harry!” she said louder realising what she was saying and then where she was lying and moved quickly to sit up running a hand through her hair as Ron grumbled and woke up,
“Does Ginny know you’re here?”
He nodded, “You have to go now, because I need to get into the room of requirements lost property section”
“What? Why?”
“A Horcrux” he replied, “So you guys have to go so I can get to it”
“We’re coming with you; you’ll need our help to find it”
“I know exactly where it is, I put it in its hiding place, you need to go to McGonagall and help her keep the students in Hogsmeade or in London before the train leaves, because he’ll be coming here for me”
“You’re sure?” Hermione asked,
“Sure” he replied, and she understood Ron was not so easy to get through to -
“What did you do to Ginny? She’s turned into a zombie”
“I’m fine” came the reply at the doorway to the room, she was standing there dressed arms crossed,
Ron looked up in shock “What the hell happened, you just snap out of your stupor?”
“Something like that, let’s go” his eyes went to the floor avoiding her and hers focused on Hermione and Ron. She stepped forward “Now” she had her wand out, and Hermione stood up,
“My bag’s in Sirius’s cave near Hogsmeade, they’ll be something’s in there you might need” Harry added, it was too hard, the pain of letting go of Ginny made it worse to say goodbye to his two best friends.
“We’ll see you soon Harry ok” Hermione hugged him and cast the familiar invisibility charm on herself, Ron and Ginny,
“Yeah, you will” he replied quietly and put on his cloak, they couldn’t see the tears now, and they would run dry soon enough.
They left and he stood there for a moment, it was time.

He stepped outside and the door disappeared, he walked past it again three times and saw the cupboard. He walked in, past all of sections filled with papers, to empty bottles and vases along with boxes of old robes and furniture, then he saw the wardrobe, the stone bust, the feather boa, the diadem. He grabbed it and made to go pausing to look at something only he wasn’t in the room anymore, his scar was on fire and he was staring down a dark hallway watching Nagini slither towards him, he placed the animal round his shoulders

“It’s time Nagini; we’re going back to school”

He came out of the vision and drew the sword furiously throwing the tiara on the ground and stabbing it over and over again shouting out in hisses and frustration. At least when he died he wouldn’t be able to talk bloody snake anymore. He knew it was coming, he knew he was ready he just didn’t want to die.

He left the ruined diadem lying there and put the sword back at his waist, there was only one left that he wouldn’t have the pleasure of stabbing. He walked out the cloak covering him completely but for now there was Snape. He went to the headmaster’s office, the gargoyle let him through without a word and he knocked on the office door before bursting in.

The room was the same; the only difference was Snape sitting in his chair.

“Professor, we have some things to discuss don’t you think” he took down his hood and drew his wand,
“Mr Potter” Snape replied, he didn’t draw his wand, “Will you give me a chance to explain” he stood up and walked round the desk,
“One chance and if I don’t like what I hear you won’t get to finish”
“Maybe I should show you then” He tapped a familiar object with his wand and the waters came to life, he tapped his forehead and a silvery grey substance floated and drifted into the bowl.

“Look before you judge Harry”

He looked at him, Snape had never called him his first name before and his dark eyes now betrayed his conscious.

Harry stepped forward replacing his wand in his robes, he trusted this man without an identifiable reason as he dove into the pool and saw the past, the lies that had been created and the deception behind Dumbledore’s demise.

Morag · 07-04-2010, 10:25 AM

I'm so happy Ginny is better now she and Harry got to be together. If only it could last longer. Was that snape being slightly nicer to Harry? I'm shocked. Great chapter. Can't wait for more!
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