Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to L.A.Burchell. All characters and themes belong to J.K.Rowling, the plot however, is mine.
A.N Hey guys! I'M BACK! Oo look at that, after much consideration and many thoughtful walks along the misty moors of...my imagination, I have decided to write a sequel. It was a hard choice between writing an epilogue and writing a sequel, for a while I was tempted to just finish the other story with an epilogue, but then something wonderful happened, a whole new fantastic plot entered my head.
All of the sneaky clues I put into "never ending trials" suddenly created a wonderful story for me to write. So in my own craziness I did something clever. Anyway without further rambling, I shall present to you the first chapter (which is what the epilogue would have been) of: "Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort"
I would like to thank all my constant reviewers for "never ending trials" you will never know just how much they helped me keep writing. I love feed back and whilst I enjoy praise, I really would like your crititizm, please be kind though, like all authors I am a sensitive and strange person.
ps, Many people have corrected me on the colour of Ginny's eyes. I am fully aware that they are in fact brown, however in my fics they are blue. So please, don't tell me again. I do know what I am doing. lol even if it doesn't seem like it. :)
Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort
Harry paced the room whilst he fiddled with his dress robes. He glanced at himself as he passed the long wall mirror and saw that his jet black hair was miraculously tidy.Harry was eternally grateful for the very strong hair potion made by Hermione Granger who was one of his best friends. Her fiancé, Ron Weasley, watched Harry pace about with an amused expression.
"If you keep doing that you're going to sweat," he said with a smile. Harry laughed nervously and promptly stopped walking. He took a deep shuddering breath, battling a whole army of death eaters seemed to bea piece of cake to him compared to what he was going to do.
"Why are you so nervous any way?" Ron asked as he adjusted his smart, non frilly, dress robes whilst looking critically at his appearance in the mirror. Harry resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair and sighed.
"I dunno" he answered truthfully. So many thoughts whirled around in his head, Harry was starting to feel sick.Ron turned to look at him.
"You do love her don't you?" he asked seriously. Harry closed his eyes and pictured his beautful fiancé in his mind. His heart swelled and he felt himself smile.
"More than anything in the world," he said fervrently. Ron nodded and turned back to the mirror as he combed his red hair.
"Then you have nothing to worry about," he said simply. Harry shot him a look.
"Yeah and that's what your going to be thinking on YOUR wedding day," Harry replied sarcastically. Ron's ears turned red.
"Okay, calm down, you're going to smudge your foundation," Hermione said soothingly as she placed her hands on the red headed brides shoulders and forced her to sit down.
"Besides," Hermione continued bossily, "I need to do your hair". The bride smiled and tried to speak but nothing came out.
"I don't know why you're so worried anyway," Hermione continued as she flicked her wand, causing the red hair to curl. The bride shifted in her seat. "Sit still," Hermione urged.
"This is horrible!" Ginny finally burst out as Hermione finished her hair.
She stood up and walked to the tall mirror. She saw herself dressed in awhite dress, covered in lace and pearls. She touched her golden locket and traced the princess neck with a finger. The material was soft and felt like butter. Her red loose curls fell to her shoulders following the shape of her long vale.
"You look beautiful Ginny, Harry's going to have a heart attack. You have nothing to worry about." Hermione said softly as she joined her at the mirror. Ginny smiled weakly at her.
Hermione's hair was up in a loose bun and she was wearing make up for once. Ginny watched her tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and saw her dimond ring sparkle in the mirror. Ginny turned to face her.
"You really think so?" Ginny asked hopefully. Hermione smiled warmly at her. She had matured so much since Hogwarts. Well, it had been three years since she graduated, Ginny reminded herself.
When Harry gained full recovery after the fall of Lord Voldemort, the wizarding world was starting to believe that Voldemort really was dead. Harry was forced to give endless interviews and announcements all over the world, whilst Hermione and Ron returned to Hogwarts with a few other surviving students to take their final exams.
Dispite Mrs Weasley's lectures and guilt trips, Ginny refused to return to Hogwarts and demanded that she went with Harry, who happily agreed. The last of the Death eaters were taken to Azkaban and the war was over. Finally. After a year of travelling, Harry and Ginny returned to the Burrow to find that Hermione and Ron had gotten engaged. Harry asked Ginny to marry him at Hermione and Ron's engagement party.
So here Ginny was, wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever worn, getting married in her own back garden (which had been decorated and groomed for the occasion,) and to the man she loved. Then why was she feeling so troubled? Was it just nerves? Or was it a warning? Before Ginny could think about anything else, the door burst open and Mrs Weasley came bustling in carrying a hankercheif.
"Oh Ginny! You look so grown up and stunning!" Mrs Weasley cried as she wiped away a tear. Ginny smiled and gave her mum a hug.
"My baby girl, my baby" Mrs Weasley continued.
"Mum, stop it, I'm not going to die or anything," Ginny snapped, but deep down in side, she was sad too. Now she will have to live with a man, feed him, clean for him, take his name, have his children. Ginny grinned, perhaps having his children wouldn't be such a bad thing.
After a few moments Mrs Weasley let Ginny go and sniffed.
"His out there, waiting for you," she said at last. Ginny's heart leapt. Harry was waiting for her. He needed her. He wanted her. She nodded and took a deep breath as she picked up her large bouquetof flowers and followed Hermione and Mrs Weasleyout of her bedroom.
"You don't think she's backed out do you?" Harry asked Ron, feeling slightly panicked.
He smiled at theguests who were sat on wooden benches before him. Fred and George winked and waved, Percy inclined his head, Bill smiled good naturedly as he took Fleur's hand in his, who tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and Charlie gave Harry the thumbs up. There were other people who Harry did not recognise, he guessed they were other members of the Weasley family, as they all had flaming red hair.
Ron laughed. "Not a chance." he said in reply. Harry calmed a little. Okay, he could do this.
The garden knomes were lined up at the front, each holding a small posey of flowers. Mrs Weasley highly dissaproved of this but Ginny insisted that they looked sweet.
Harry smiled to himself. White flowers decorated the ends of the benches and large white trees dotted around the garden. Harry was very impressed. The Weasley's garden was completely transformed.
He smiled at Mr Weasley who stood at the front, ready to marry him to his daughter (as was custom in the wizarding world) and looked back when Mrs Weasley sat down and flicked her wand.
Immediately, heavenly music filled the air and Hermione appeared, wearing a long violet dress, holding a white posey. Ron gasped beside Harry and smiled widely at her. She really had grown into a beautiful woman.
Hermione stood opposite Ron and grinned nervously at him, she then turned to face the aisle and every gasped when the bride appeared. Harry's heart stopped beating and the world suddenly went mute.
His eyes traced the elaborately decorated white gown which hugged Ginny's curves, he looked up at her slender neck and gorgeous curls, then his eyes made contact with her bright blue eyes.
She was smiling, but she was terrified. Harry could see that, but suddenly he didn't feel afraid anymore, being with Ginny for the rest of his life made sense. Something clicked, it just all made wonderfully perfect sense. Ginny was his. His forever.
Ginny slowly walked up the aisle and everyone's eyes were on her. The way she moved was facinating and Harry was entranced. She just reached his side and turned to face him when there was suddenly a loud, earth shattering, BANG. In a blink of an eye Harry's Ginny dissapeared. Screams and yells filled the air, along with heavy black smoke. "GINNY!" Harry shouted as he whipped out his wand. Coughing and spluttering Harry tried to see through the smoke. It only took a few seconds for him to realise, with horror, the cause of the exploation.
Malicious laughter filled the air. The smoke cleared and a tall, skinny, cloaked figure stepped forward.
"No" Harry said blankly, shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, this is NOT happening."
"I'm so glad you remembered me Harry.When I didn't recieve an invitation to this glorious occasion, I wasbegining tothink you mayhave forgotten me..." The evil figure said in a sickening voice.
"Voldemort". Harry whispered angrily.The Dark Lord made a bow to Harry.
"Wellnow I have what I need, I shall leave you and your - friends- to celebrate."Voldemort said then he disaparated.The Weasley family coughed and stayed frozen in their positions refusing to believe what just happened.Harrywondered what it was thatVoldemort needed whenhe looked about,panicked and hating himself Harry grabbed Ron's arm.
"What?"Ron asked as he wincedin pain.
"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked desperately.
No one said a word.
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