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Chapter 5 - Fallen Warrior With a jerk behind the navel as though an invisible hook and line had dragged him forwards, Harry was pulled into nothingness, spinning uncontrollably, his finger glued to the Portkey as he and Hagrid hurtled away from Mr Tonks: seconds later Harry's feet slammed on to hard ground and he fell on his hands and knees in the yard of The Burrow. He heard screams. Throwing aside the no longer glowing hairbrush, Harry stood up, swaying slightly, and saw Mrs Weasley and Ginny running down the steps by the back door as Hagrid, who had also collapsed on landing, clambered laboriously to his feet. -------------- She could have summoned it by magic, but as she hurried back towards the crooked house Harry knew that she wanted to hide her face. He turned to Ginny and she answered his unspoken plea for information at once. "Ron and Tonks should have been back first, but they missed their Portkey, it came back without them," she said, pointing at a rusty oilcan lying on the ground nearby. "And that one," she pointed at an ancient plimsoll, "should have been Dad and Fred's, they were supposed to be second. You and Hagrid were third and," she checked her watch, "if they made it, George and Lupin ought to be back in about a minute." Mrs Weasley reappeared carrying a bottle of brandy, which she handed to Hagrid. He uncorked it and drank it straight down in one. "Mum!" shouted Ginny, pointing to a spot several feet away. A blue light had appeared in the darkness: it grew larger and brighter, and Lupin and George appeared, spinning and then falling. Harry knew immediately that there was something wrong: Lupin was supporting George, who was unconscious and whose face was covered in blood. Harry ran forwards and seized George's legs. Together, he and Lupin carried George into the house and through the kitchen to the sitting room, where they laid him on the sofa. As the lamplight fell across George's head, Ginny gasped and Harry's stomach lurched: one of George's ears was missing. -------------- "Harry, give us a hand!" called Hagrid hoarsely from the door, in which he was stuck again. Glad of something to do, Harry pulled him free, then headed through the empty kitchen and back into the sitting room, where Mrs Weasley and Ginny were still tending to George. Mrs Weasley had staunched his bleeding now, and by the lamplight Harry saw a clean, gaping hole where George's ear had been. "How is he?" Mrs Weasley looked round and said, "I can't make it grow back, not when it's been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse... he's alive." "Yeah," said Harry. "Thank God." "Did I hear someone else in the yard?" Ginny asked. "Hermione and Kingsley," said Harry. "Thank goodness," Ginny whispered. They looked at each other; Harry wanted to hug her, hold on to her; he did not even care much that Mrs Weasley was there, but before he could act on the impulse there was a great crash from the kitchen. -------------- "They're not back yet, George," said Mrs Weasley. George's grin faded. Harry glanced at Ginny and motioned to her to accompany him back outside. As they walked through the kitchen, she said in a low voice, "Ron and Tonks should be back by now. They didn't have a long journey; Auntie Muriel's not that far from here." Harry said nothing. He had been trying to keep fear at bay ever since reaching The Burrow, but now it enveloped him, seeming to crawl over his skin, throbbing in his chest, clogging his throat. As they walked down the back steps into the dark yard, Ginny took his hand. Kingsley was striding backwards and forwards, glancing up at the sky every time he turned. Harry was reminded of Uncle Vernon pacing the living room a million years ago. Hagrid, Hermione and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing upwards in silence. None of them looked round when Harry and Ginny joined their silent vigil. Chapter 6 - The Ghoul in Pyjamas
"Well, frankly, I think Arthur and I have a right to know, and I'm sure Mr and Mrs Granger would agree!" said Mrs Weasey. Harry had been afraid of the "concerned parent" attack. He forced himself to look directly into her eyes, noticing as he did so that they were precisely the same shade of brown as Ginny's. This did not help. -------------- "I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she'll be able to delay you leaving," Ginny told Harry in an undertone, as they laid the table for dinner on the third night of his stay. "And then what does she think's going to happen?" Harry muttered. "Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she's holding us here making vol-au-vents?" He had spoken without thinking, and saw Ginny's face whiten. "So it's true?" she said. "That's what you're trying to do?" "I - not - I was joking," Harry said evasively. They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny's expression. Suddenly Harry became aware that this was the first time that he had been alone with her since those stolen hours in secluded corners of the Hogwarts grounds. He was sure she was remembering them too. Both of them jumped as the door opened, and Mr Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in. -------------- The kitchen was so crowded that evening it was difficult to manoeuvre knives and forks. Harry found himself crammed beside Ginny; the unsaid things that had just passed between them made him wish they had been separated by a few more people. He was trying so hard to avoid brushing her arm he could barely cut his chicken. -------------- "And of course, you 'ave met my leetle daughter, Gabrielle!" said Monsieur Delacour. Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw Harry a glowing look, batting her eyelashes. Ginny cleared her throat loudly. Chapter 7 - The Will of Albus Dumbledore
Ron's splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first floor landing. "Harry, will you come in here a moment?" It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room. He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large poster of the wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly-white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny's window. Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath and said, "Happy seventeenth." "Yeah... thanks." She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light. "Nice view," he said feebly, pointing towards the window. She ignored this. He could not blame her. "I couldn't think what to get you," she said. "You didn't have to get me anything." She disregarded this too. "I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you." He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up. She took a step closer to him. "So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing." "I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest." "There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair - The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart. "Oh," said Ron pointedly. "Sorry." "Ron!" Hermione was just behind him, slightly out of breath. There was a strained silence, then Ginny said in a flat little voice, "Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry." Ron's ears were scarlet; Hermione looked nervous. Harry wanted to slam the door in their faces, but it felt as though a cold draught had entered the room when the door opened and his shining moment had popped like a soap bubble. All the reasons for ending his relationship with Ginny, for staying well away from her, seemed to have slunk inside the room with Ron, and all happy forgetfulness was gone. He looked at Ginny, wanting to say something, though he hardly knew what, but she had turned her back on him. He thought that she might have succumbed, for once, to tears. He could not do anything to comfort her in front of Ron. "I'll see you later," he said, and followed the other two out of the bedroom. Ron marched downstairs, through the still crowded kitchen and into the yard, and Harry kept pace with him all the way, Hermione trotting along behind them looking scared. Once they reached the seclusion of the freshly mown lawn, Ron rounded on Harry. "You ditched her: What are you doing now, messing her around?" "I'm not messing her around," said Harry, as Hermione caught up with them. "Ron -" But Ron held up a hand to silence her. "She was really cut up when you ended it -" "So was I. You know why I stopped it, and it wasn't because I wanted to." "Yeah, but you go snogging her now and she's just going to get her hopes up again -" "She's not an idiot, she knows it can't happen, she's not expecting us to - to end up married, or -" And as he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry's mind of Ginny in a white dress, marrying a tall, faceless and unpleasant stranger. In one spiralling moment it seemed to hit him: her future was free and unencumbered, whereas his... he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead. "If you keep groping her every chance you get -" "It won't happen again," said Harry harshly. The day was cloudless, but he felt as though the sun had gone in. "OK?" Ron looked half-resentful, half-sheepish; he rocked backwards and forwards on his feet for a moment, then said "Right then, well, that's... yeah." Ginny did not seek another one-to-one meeting with Harry for the rest of the day, nor by any look or gesture did she show that they had shared more than polite conversation in her room. -------------- "Nice," said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crab-apple tree to gold. "You've really got an eye for that sort of thing." "Thank you, Ron!" said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused. Hary turned away, smiling to himself. He had a funny notion that he would find a chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches; he caught Ginny's eye and grinned at her, before remembering his promise to Ron and hurriedly striking up a conversation with Monsieur Delacour. Chapter 8 - The Wedding
A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dress and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon. Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usual, and once Fleur had reached him, Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback. "Ladies and gentlemen," said a slightly sing-song voice, and with a slight shock Harry saw the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore's funeral, now standing in front of Bill and Fleur. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls..." "Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely," said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. "But I must say, Ginevra's dress is far too low cut." Ginny glanced round, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again. Harry's mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to afternoons spent alone with Ginny in lonely parts of the school grounds. They seemed so long ago; they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shining hours from a normal person's life, a person without a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead... -------------- "This girl is very nice-looking," Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. "She also a relative of yours?" "Yeah," said Harry, suddenly irritated, "and she's seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldn't want to cross him." Krum grunted. "Vot," he said, draining his goblet and getting to his feet again, "is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?" And he strode off, leaving Harry to take a sandwitch from a passing waiter and make his way round the edge of the crowded dance floor. He wanted to find Ron, to tell him about Gregorovitch, but Ron was dancing with Hermione out in the middle of the floor. Harry leaned up against one of the golden pillars and watched Ginny, who was now dancing with Fred and George's friend Lee Jordan, trying not to feel resentful about the promise he had given Ron. Chapter 9 - A Place to Hide
"She's right," said Ron, who seemed to know that Harry was about to argue, even if he could not see his face. "Most of the Order was there, they'll look after everyone." Harry nodded, then remembered that they could not see him, and said, "Yeah." But he thought of Ginny and fear bubbled like acid in his stomach. -------------- "They're all right, they're all right!" she whispered, and Ron half laughed and hugged her. "Harry," he said over Hermione's shoulder, "I -" "It's not a problem," said Harry, sickened by the pain in his head. "It's your family, 'course you're worried. I'd feel the same way." He thought of Ginny. "I do feel the same way." -------------- In his mind's eye Harry seemed to see the scarlet steam engine as he and Ron had once followed it by air, shimmering between fields and hills, a rippling scarlet caterpillar. He was sure Ginny, Neville and Luna were sitting together at this moment, perhaps wondering where he, Ron and Hermione were, or debating how best to undermine Snape's new regime. Chapter 15 - The Goblin's Revenge
"Didn't you heard about that, Ted?" asked Dirk. "About the kids who tried to steal Gryffindor's sword out of Snape's office at Hogwarts?" An electric current seemed to course through Harry, jangling his every nerve as he stood rooted to the spot. "Never heard a word," said Ted. "Not in the Prophet, was it?" "Hardly," chortled Dirk. "Griphook here told me, he heard about it from Bill Weasley who works for the bank. One of the kids who tried to take the sword was Bill's younger sister." Harry glanced towards Hermione and Ron, both of whom were clutching the Extendable Ears as tighly as lifelines. "She and a couple of friends got into Snape's office and smashed open the glass case where he was apparently keeping the sword. Snape caught them as they were trying to smuggle it down the staircase." "Ah, God bless 'em," said Ted. "What did they think, they'd be able to use the sword on You-Know-Who? Or on Snape himself?" "Well, whatever they thought they were going to do with it, Snape decided the sword wasn't safe where it was," said Dirk. "Couple of days later, once he'd got the say so from You-Know-Who, I imagine, he sent it down to London to be kept in Gringotts instead." The goblins started to laugh again. "I'm still not seeing the joke," said Ted. "It's a fake," rasped Griphook. "The sword of Gryffindor!" "Oh, yes. It is a copy -and excellent copy, it is true- but it was wizard-made. The original was forged centuries ago by goblins and had certain properties only goblin-made armour possesses. Wherever the genuine sword of Gryffindor is, it is not in a vault at Gringotts Bank." "I see," said Ted. "And I take it you didn't bother telling the Death Eaters this?" "I saw no reason to trouble them with the information," said Griphook smugly, and now Ted and Dean joined in Gornuk and Dirk's laughter. Inside the tent, Harry closed his eyes, willing someone to ask the question he needed answered, and after a minute that seemed ten, Dean obliged; he was (Harry remembered with a jolt) an ex-boyfriend of Ginny's too. "What happened to Ginny and the others? The ones who tried to steal it?" "Oh, they were punished, and cruelly," said Griphook indifferently. -------------- Harry, Ron and Hermione reeled in the Extendable Ears. Harry, who had found the need to remain silent increasingly difficult the longer they eavesdropped, now found himself unable to say more than "Ginny - the sword-" Chapter 16 - Godric's Hollow
Meanwhile, Harry had started bringing out the Marauder's Map and examining it by wandlight. He was waiting for the moment when Ron's labelled dot would reappear in the corridors of Hogwarts, proving that he had returned to the comfortable castle, protected by his status of pure-blood. However, Ron did not appear on the map, and after a while Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny's name in the girls' dormitory,wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking bout her, hoping that she was all right. -------------- However he did let drop certain snippets. Snape seemed to be facing a constant, low-level of mutiny from a hard core of students. Ginny had been banned from going to Hogsmeade. Snape had reinstated Umbridge's old decree forbidding gatherings of three or more students, or any unofficial student societies. From all of these things, Harry deduced that Ginny,and probably Neville and Luna along with her, had been doing their best to continue Dumbledore's Army. This scant news made Harry want to see Ginny so badly it felt like stomach ache: but it also made him think of Ron again, and of Dumbledore, and of Hogwarts itself, which he missed nearly as much as his ex-girlfriend. Chapter 24 - The Wandmaker
"... lucky that Ginny's on holiday. If she'd been at Hogwarts, they could have taken her before we reached her. Now we now she's safe too." He looked round and saw Harry standing there. Chapter 25 - Shell Cottage
"Everything fine," he told Fleur. "Ollivander settled in, Mum and Dad say hello. Ginny sends you all her love. Fred and George are driving Muriel up the wall, they're still operating an Owl Order business out of her back room. It cheered her up to have her tiara back, though. She said she thought we'd stolen it." "Ah, she eez charmante, your aunt," said Fleur crossly, waving her wand and causing the dirty plates to rise and form a stack in mid-air. Chapter 29 - The Lost Diadem
"Luna," said Harry distractedly, "what are you doing here? How did you-?" "I sent for her," said Neville, holding up the fake Galleon. "I promised her and Ginny that if you turned up I'd let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows." "Of course that's what it means," said Luna brightly. "Isn't it, Harry? We're going to fight them out of Hogwarts?" "Listen," said Harry, with a rising sense of panic, "I'm sorry, but that's not what we came back for. There's something we've got to do, and then-" "You're going to leave us in this mess?" demanded Michael Corner. "No!" said Ron. "What we're doing will benefit everyone in the end, it's all about trying to get rid of You-Know-Who -" "Then let us help!" said Neville angrily. "We want to be a part of it!" There was another noise behind them, and Harry turned. His heart seemed to fail: Ginny was now climbing through the hole in the wall, closely followed by Fred, George and Lee Jordan. Ginny gave Harry a radiant smile: he had forgotten, or had never fully appreciated, how beautiful she was, but he had never been less pleased to see her. -------------- An object that had been lost this long, and apparently without trace, did not seem like a good candidate for the Horcrux hidden in the castle... before he could formulate a new question, however , Cho spoke again. "If you'd like to see what the diadem's supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry? Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue." Harry's scar scorched again: for a moment the Room of Requirement swam before him, and he saw instead the dark earth soaring beneath him and felt the great snake wrapped around his shoulders. Voldemort was flying again, whether to the underground lake or here, to the castle, he did not know: either way, there was hardly any time left. "He's on the move," he said quietly to Ron and Hermione. He glanced at Cho and then back at them. "Listen, I know it's not much of a lead, but I'm going to go and look at this statue, at least find out what the diadem looks like. Wait for me here and keep, you know -the other one- safe." Cho had got to her feet, but Ginny said rather fiercely, "No, Luna will take Harry, won't you Luna?" "Oooh, yes, I'd like to," said Luna happily, and Cho sat down again, looking disappointed. Chapter 30 - The Sacking of Severus Snape
The crowd was thinning: only a little knot of people remained below in the Room of Requirement and Harry joined them. Mrs Weasley was struggling with Ginny. Around them stood Lupin, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur. "You're under-age!" Mrs Weasley shouted at her daughter as Harry approached. "I won't permit it! The boys, yes, but you, you've got to go home!" "I won't!" Ginny's hair flew asshe pulled her arm out of her mother's grip. "I'm in Dumbedore's Army -" "- a teenagers' gang!" "A teenagers' gang that's about to take him on, which no one else has dared to do!" said Fred. "She's sixteen!" shouted Mrs Weasley. "She's not old enough! What you two were thinking, bringing her with you -" Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves. "Mum's right, Ginny," said Bill gently. "You can't do this. Everyone under-age will have to leave, it's only right." "I can't go home!" Ginny shouted, angry tears sparkling in her eyes. "My whole family's here, I can't stand waiting there alone and not knowing and -" Her eyes met Harry's for the first time. She looked at him beseechingly but he shook his head and she turned away bitterly. "Fine," she said, staring at the entrance to the tunnel back to the Hog's Head. -------------- "So, you're my sister-in-law now?" said Percy, shaking hands with Fleur as they hurried off towards the staircase with Bill, Fred and George. "Ginny!" barked Mrs Weasley. Ginny had been attempting, under cover of reconciliation, to sneak upstairs too. "Molly, how about this," said Lupin. "Why doesn't Ginny stay here, then at least she'll be on the scene and know what's going on, but she won't be in the midde of the fighting?" "I -" "That's a good idea," said Mr Weasley firmly. "Ginny, you stay in this Room, you hear me?" Ginny did not seem to like the idea much, but under her father's unusually stern gaze she nodded. Chapter 31 - The Battle Of Hogwarts
As the walls trembled again, he led the other two back through the concealed entrance and down the staircase into the Room of Requirement. It was empty except for three women: Ginny, Tonks, and an elderly woman whitch wearing a moth-eaten hat, whom Harry recognised immediately as Neville's grandmother. "Ah, Potter," she said crisply, as if she had been waiting for him. "You can tell us what's going on." "Is everyone OK?" said Ginny and Tonks together. -------------- "Ginny," said Harry, "I'm sorry, but we need you to leave too. Just for a bit. Then you can come back in." Ginny looked simply delighted to leave her sanctuary. "And then you can come back in!" he shouted after her, as she ran up the steps after Tonks. "You've got to come back in!" -------------- "Let's hope he steps on some of them!" said Ron, as more screams echoed from close by. "As long as it's not any of our lot!" said a voice: Harry turned and saw Ginny and Tonks, both with their wands drawn atthe next window, which was missing several panes. Even as he watched, Ginny sent a well-aimed jinx into a crowd of fighters below. "Good girl!" roared a figure running through the dust towards them, and Harry saw Aberforth again, his grey air flying as he led a small group of students past. -------------- "Tonks," said Ginny, "Tonks, I'm sure he's OK -" But Tonks had run off into the dust after Aberforth. Ginny turned, helpless, to Harry, Ron and Hermione. They'll be all right," said Harry, though he knew they were empty words. "Ginny, we'll be back in a moment, just keep out of the way, keep safe - come on!" he said to Ron and Hermione and they ran back to the stretch of wall beyond which the Room of Requirement was waiting to do the bidding of the next entrant. Chapter 32 - The Elder Wand
But Harry knew how Ron felt: pursuing another Horcrux could not bring the satisfaction of revenge; he too wanted to fight, to punish them, the people who had killed Fred, and he wanted to find the other Weasleys, and above all make sure, make quite sure, that Ginny was not - but he could not permit the idea to form in his mind - "We will fight!" Hermione said. "We'll have to, to reach the snake! But let's not lose sight, now of what we're supposed to be d -doing! We're the only ones who can end it!" Chapter 33 - The Prince's Tale
Without a word to Harry, Ron and Hermione walked away. Harry saw Hermione approach Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hug her. Ron joined Bill and Fleur and Percy, who flung an arm around Ron's shoulders. As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling. Chapter 34 - The Forest Again
Harry took one glance back at the entrance of the Great Hall. People were moving around, trying to comfort each other, drinking, kneeling beside the dead, but he could not see any of the people he loved, no hint of Hermione, Ron, Ginny or any of the other Weaseys, no Luna. He felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking? It was better like this. -------------- Harry swung the Cloak back over himself and walked on. Someone else was moving not far away, stooping over another prone figure on the ground. He was feet away from her when he realised it was Ginny. He stopped in his tracks. She was crouching over a girl who was whispering for her mother. "It's all right," Ginny was saying. "It's OK. We're going to get you inside." "But I want to go home," whispered the girl. "I don't want to fight any more!" "I know," said Ginny, and her voice broke. "It's going to be all right." Ripples of cold undulated over Harry's skin. He wanted to shout out to the night, he wanted Ginny to know that he was there, he wanted her to know where he was going. He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home... But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here... Ginny was kneeling beside the injured girl now, holding her hand. With a huge effort, Harry forced himself on. He thought he saw Ginny look round as he passed and wondered whether she had sensed someone walking nearby, but he did not speak, and he did not look back. -------------- His body and mind felt oddly disconnected now, his limbs working without conscious instruction, as if he were passenger, not driver, in the body he was about to leave. The dead who walked beside him through the Forest were much more real to him now than the living back at the castle: Ron, Hermione, Ginny and all the others were the ones who felt like ghosts as he stumbled and slipped towards the end of his life, towards Voldemort. -------------- None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his - |
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