I in no way own the world of Harry potter. This belongs to Jk. In joy.

At every Turn

Of all the things Harry wanted to do with his life, wallowing knee deep in blood for the rest of his days wasn't one of them. He could hardly remember a time when he wasn't in danger and doing the right thing. Since discovering he was a wizard 16 years ago he'd been knee deep in doing the right thing. 12 years ago Voldemorts return had sent his life craning so out of control he swore the blood would were wipe off his hands. Harry wiped the blood off his wand with his robe and grimaced at the disarray of bodies around him. As chief aurora on unit A, it was his job to keep count of his men and keep them alive, but in the heat of battle that was a near impossibility.

"Hey mate" Harry turned to see his dearest and best friend Ron. He couldn't help a grin even in the face of so much death. Ron's red hair was so tussled it seemed to stand straight up, some red strands were so damp they clung to his forehead. The cloak he'd been wearing before they were ambushed by a pack of death eaters was so ragged it looked as if half of it had been torn away along with his shirt. His pants were splattered with blood and gore. And Ron still managed to draw attention, at a sprawling 6 foot 5, and Aurora physic he demanded the attention of everyone insight. That goofish grin made him look like a softy, but inside Ron ran strength so deep that in the heat of battle he was a sight to see, a sight that sometimes scared Harry.

"Hey," Harry finally managed to answer. " You see any of our wounded on your way?" Ron shook his head and knelt by the man at his feet. "This ones a civilian, Christ Harry how did it get so out of control." Harry didn't know, it had been Routine harrys team had been on its way to protect a high organization Muggel event when they'd been ambushed right in the open. They had tried to keep everyone calm and for the most part it had worked. Until The muggel Police had started to shoot and The death eaters had responded. The muggels had panicked. After that it was a slaughter.

"I really don't know mate, How many of our own survived" Harry felt the weight settle on his shoulder even before Ron spoke.

"17 most wounded. 13 civilians survived. Damn Harry, 13 out of hundreds." Harry couldn't stop it, the all too familiar rage and hatred that slept dormant awoke deep inside his gut, burning and sending his insides churning, so many dead so many suffering. All because of one man. The prophecy said that one of them had to die, and as each year wore on Harry grew more and more determined to see that one of them did.

Rattle Rattle . Harry groaned, as he stumbled into his apartment to a annoyingly loud rattling sound. It was late and his energy was spent, he'd spent all week doing damage control, seeing to his wounded men and filing reports for the Chief. And God damn it he was tiered! Rattle Rattle Ratt--- Harry snatched up the shaking globe on the table by the door and grumbled his Standard password. "Magnis ar Leccta". The orb began to shine and the image of a beautiful raven haired woman filed its center. Harry groaned inwardly she didn't look pleased.

"Hey Electra I…"

"Don't you Hey me! Where were you! I've been trying to reach you for days!"

Her voice was angry and sounded shrill in Harry's ears. He just wanted to drop the orb and sleep till the end of his days.

"Sweet heart, I meant to be there at your fathers, dinner party at the end of my shift we were attacked." Harry couldn't muster the strength to argue his point anymore even as she kept up a constant stream of scolding and angry tears. He could have kicked himself why did he have such bad luck with women. It wasn't like they hid from him, their was always a stream of hopefuls wanting to claim him for their own. Still there was something about him that drove them away after a few months. He'd really hoped from the things between him and Electra. She was so classy and kind, and she seemed to really like him. They'd been dating for a year when he'd asked her the question. Amazingly this sassy American beauty had said yes and as always he was making a complete mess of it.

"… And I cant stand this anymore, I hardly see you and your always breaking dates!" Electra's throaty tears were evident in her voice and Harry decided he wanted to put his head through a wall. He thought for a moment and decided she was right. He wanted to show her that she was important to him, that he wanted this to work. It was then that he knew, he'd be going home in a week, perfect timing for an event he'd been longing for.

"Electra, I love you and I want you to meet, my family"

"Ginny Get out of the Bathroom!" they insistent rapping on the bathroom door had to be Evan. How she knew that was simple, had it been Fred or Gorge they would have apearated into the bathroom without much warning; Percy would have knocked politely and asked her to quicken her pace. "Her Mum would have bustled on in and shooed her out. Ron wouldn't knock at all just stomp on in and push her out at his own leisure. Bill and Charlie would have knocked yes but there voices were deep and not the scraggly adolescent change of twelve year old Evan. Ginny Weasly wasn't one to dawdle in front of mirrors. She wore her hair in a sloppy pony tail when she played quidetich for the London stars, her close were loose and comfortable for flying. So why was she spending hours getting ready for the first in a long time of Weasly family dinners.

Since Voldemorts return they'd all been spread out all over the globe. Fred and Gorge were the only of her older brothers that actually lived near by. Percy worked with the ministry helping father with Political affairs both Muggel and Wizzarding. Both of them were rarely around, father more then Percy. Bill and Charlie were off deep in Asia on ministry assigned missions that most wizards would never even here of, While Ron and Harry had been in America for the last two years. Hermione had been in France for just as long working for the ministry on a project. Tonight's dinner would include them all for the first time in years. Harry, yes she had to face facts it was Harry she was dressing for, Harry she spent hours of make up on and Harry she looked forward to seeing most. She jumped as A POP filled the tiny bathroom and Gorge appeared by her side.

"Thought you'd fallen in Gin Gins" He said with a wicked grin. Ginny waited for her heart to crawl out of her throat and back into her chest.

"Cant you knock like a normal person?" She demanded.

"Didn't seem to help poor Evan to much… why don't you look ravishing Harry should be Happy as a clam" Ginny couldn't help the flush that made her face as red as her hair, hair that was currently flowing down her back instead of flopping in it's usual tail. She raised her chin and stepped past him. Nearly stumbling over a glaring Evan. As the youngest Weasly he had a lot to fight for, he was the spunkiest twelve year old Ginny had ever met. But he wasn't the real baby in the house. As the only girl, she was smothered babied, watched and worried over constantly. It was maddening and some how comforting at the same time. And everyone seemed to see right through her, she was still so very much in love with Harry Potter.

Ginny knew when Ron & Harry had arrived; she knew Before Evans whoop of Joy. She knew before her mother dropped what she was doing to hurtle into her sons arms in Joy. She new before Bills Rashious laugh filled the room with home coming and joy. She knew because she could feel her heart lift and a sense of peace flow through her being. Yes she could feel him, and some one else. Ginny put down her wash cloth taking a deep breath and left the kitchen. The sight that met her she would remember forever, her mum was gripping Harry and Ron in a crushing bear hug. They both even as grown men hugged her back like children. Ron's face was split in the widest grin she'd ever seen. It was Harry's look of pure Joy that made her want to sing out to the heavens. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. When her mum finally let go Both boys received Playful ppunches and roaring claps on the backs from her brothers and Mr. Weasly. The evening promised so much joy, for ever one but Ginny.

What she saw next changed the magical homecoming into a night of jealousy and pain for Ginny. Behind Harry helped By Percy a tiny delicate figure came forward. She was Pale and tiny with the longest raven hair she'd ever seen. Her face was oval and perfectly shaped her skin like alabaster. She was beautiful as a china doll and looked just as elegant. Who was she? Ginny watched as a grinning hairy turned and took her hand.

"Everybody, I want you to meet some one very special to me…." Ginny knew before he said it what he was going to say, it was Ron's look that gave it away. As soon as Ron turned to stare at her with that concerned look on his face she knew who this had to be. Harry's girl friend. In her seventh year at Hogwarts she and Harry had started what Ginny saw as the romance of a life time. He'd been the best boy she'd ever dated, considerate kind and so very deep. Their were sides to Harry potter that thrilled her, and scared her. And it was underneath so many layers that she fell in love.

Diving into Harry's heart, was like being wrapped in a warm blanket, the deeper you went the more wrapped up you became. Once you were fully wrapped in Harry you couldn't find your way out, even if you wanted too. She remembers the way it was to talk to him, to be with him. Yearning for a togetherness he didn't want to give, It was simple Harry was afraid to be close to anyone. He was no coward he had good reason, anyone close to Harry was in danger. Voldemort would do anything to hurt Harry. The ones he loved were a wide wide window. Harry took chances every now and again but discretion was always necessary. Then she'd gone missing.

Ginny couldn't remember what had happened, she suspect memory charms had been put on her, and she also knew every one in her family knew who had taken her, and what had happened. All she knew was that she had woken bruised and battered beyond belief with pain so intense she'd thought she'd die. While she was healing Harry was a constant force by her sides, her brothers had seemed to turn on him. They were like sharks circling pushing him away from her. And Harry had fled, with more anger then she'd ever seen on anyone human he'd joined the Auroras and thrown himself into fighting. For a while things were awkward in their family, Mother and father who treated Harry like a son, seemed wary of him, her brothers continued to bite at Harry if he drew near her, and the look in Harry's eyes when he looked at her… She and Harry were over.

So why did she still want him so badly, when she'd needed him the most he'd fled from her side at the slightest push and like a fool she was still so in love with him. "…My Fiancée" Ginnys world seemed to stop. She had heard what he said but it wasn't doing so well in the pit of her stomach. Harry was getting married, all his talk of never getting to serious all his denials of wanting intimacy and now he was getting married. Ginny Weasly was no fool, she would not cry, she would not shed a single tear. As mum clapped and cried out with joy, and her brothers wolf whistled and laughed and Ron looked at her with concern; she forced a smile to her face, let her have him, go ahead he'll run from you too.