Harry Potter and the Power Known Not.
Lightning flashes outside the window of a small bedroom. Inside, a young man with unruly black hair lies on his bed with rolls of parchment strewn around him. Soft ticking can be heard from an old clock on the desk across the room at Number 4, Privett Dr.
As thunder rolls, the window rattles softly and a snowy white owl blinks briefly while watching over her companion. Rolling to his side, a pair of round spectacles slip from his fingers and land on the floor with a clatter. Immediately sitting up and pointing a slender piece of wood out and around him, the young man looked around through squinting eyes. Shrugging slightly, he runs his hands through his hair, temporarily revealing a lightning shaped scar. Reaching down, the young man picks his glasses up, puts them on and walks towards his desk.
Looking down, the young man scans slightly curling letter.
Dear Harry,
I know you have so much on your mind, with so much you feel you must do alone. Please do not push Ron, Hermione and me away. You need us. I need you. Ron and 'Mione told me what you're up to (don't get mad…I forced them to…Bat-Bogey Hex and all).
No matter what, I'm already a target. In case you're wondering how…I'm your best mate's little sister, I'm a Weasley, I was in a relationship with you already, I had that whole diary incident and most of all, EVERYONE knows how I feel about you. You don't think that Little Tommy wouldn't target me. You already saved me from his diary, that has to show you care and he already knows about that. Malfoy and Snape have probably told him about it.
Now, I expect to see you before Bill and Fluer get married. I don't care if you are going to Hogwarts or not later, nor where you will be after the wedding. I WILL be with you. I am more likely to survive if I'm with you than away from you. At least with you, you can actually protect me, you bull-headed, lovable, git.
I expect either a reply with Hedwig or you on my door-step by Friday.
Your with all her heart,
Ginny Weasley.
Sighing heavily, Harry sits in the desk's chair. 'What will I do about this? I care about her unlike anything else in this world. I just want her safe, but she's right. She's a target already even without my relationship with her. Could I protect her better if she was with me?' These thoughts kept swirling through his mind and have been since receiving the letter on Monday, 4 days ago when Ron and Hermione stopped by on their way from the Burrow to Godric's Hollow.
Looking at the clock, Harry realizes that he has 30 minutes left till Friday. Mustering his Gryffindor courage, he starts packing his trunk hurriedly. As his trunk fills, he places his invisibility cloak over the trunk and let's his owl, Hedwig, out. "Meet me at the Burrow, girl. Stop by Ginny's room first."
Quietly pulling the trunk and owl cage down the stairs and out the front door, Harry pauses to write a quick note to his relatives.
Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley;
I am leaving you now, hopefully to never return. I will warn you, as soon as I turn 17, even when I'm gone, you will be in danger. Trust no-one. If you are in a position that you need help, write a note with "To Harry" on the front. My owl will find it and deliver it to me. Please, I know you never cared for me and I never enjoyed the "care" you did show…but stay careful. Times are dangerous in my world and it's spilling over into yours.
Thank you for letting my friends stay with me for the past month, hopefully we did not bother your routine too much in preparation for my move.
Aunt Petunia, I wish you could remember your sister with fond memories. If you ever want to talk, just write.
Harry Potter
Stepping from the house, Harry pulls his trunk and Hedwig's cage to the curb. Looking around, making sure no one can see, he focuses inward and feels reality dissolve around him as pressure builds around his form. Opening his eyes, he now sees a haphazard building in the distance. 'Home.'
Walking silently towards the building, Harry sets a Garden Gnome scurrying under a shrub. Stopping at the door, he raises his hand in preparation to knock.
A rapping on a window wakes a softly sleeping red-head. Sitting up and rubbing her puffy and red eyes, Ginny looks toward her window and sees a snowy white owl waiting for her. 'Hedwig! She's here!' Rushing to the window, she opens it swiftly and quietly. Looking carefully at the owl, she lets her in. 'There is no letter. Is this his goodbye? No! It can't be!' Softly she pets the owl's feathers. "Hey girl, did Harry send you here as goodbye? Is he coming here?" Sighing, she feeds an owl treat to Hedwig and softly creeps out of her room.
Downstairs, she walks into the kitchen and lights a candle. Pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice, she looks out the window and sees a silhouette of a man walking towards the door, an unmistakable amount of messy hair on his head. Rushing, she swings the door open as Harry raises his hand to knock.
"Harry!" cries Ginny, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Blushing, she steps back and looks up with trepidation.
"Y-you came. Come in and sit down." Tripping over her own feet as she turns, she Ginny stumbles against Harry. Her blush becoming almost nuclear in her embarrassment, she hesitantly sits down next to where Harry takes a seat.
"Ginny, I've… I've been thinking about many things. I want…"
"No, Harry. I understand why you did what you did. I don't like it, nor agree with it, but I do understand. I just wish you could understand that it doesn't matter to me. I was going to let you do it. I knew it was coming. It was poor taste to do it at Dumbledore's funeral, but I will not sit by now. I love you. I thought you loved me. Do…do you? Do you…love me, Harry?"
Shocked by this outburst, Harry stares at the table. Slowly raising his eyes to meet her anxious gaze, he hesitantly smiled. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, hope shining in their depths. "I love you more than you can know, Ginny. I made a mist-...ACK!"
Ginny launched herself at Harry, knocking him back in the chair. Luckily, his seeker reflexes kicked in and he grabbed the table before they fell to the floor. With a smile, Ginny takes Harry's lips in a passionate kiss.
"Ginny, thank you for that. I was trying to apologize for being a git. I guess you forgive me, huh?"
"No, not yet. Will you promise not to push your loved ones away?"
"I promise. I was actually coming here to tell you that you were right in what you said in your letter. Have you been talking to Ron and Hermione about what we've been up to?"
"They would not tell me. I only have been working out that they are helping you set up a home or something."
"That's right. I bought a house, actually. It's near my parent's home in Godric's Hollow. The three of us are going to use it as our own base of operations, similar to how the Order uses Grimmauld Place. Dobby and Winky are going to help, though that was an adventure with Hermione. I'm going to be setting up some things with certain members of the DA as well, regardless of if I go back to Hogwarts or not."
"Oh. Sounds like you have a lot on your plate. Where do I fit in? I better fit in somewhere," she mock-glares at Harry.
"Well, I want you safe. I also want you with me, if you'll still have me."
"Yes, I want you. I love you, you silly git." Following her words, Ginny leans in and kisses him with as much tenderness as she can. Moments become seconds, seconds become minutes as they continue to kiss.
Sighing contentedly, Ginny rests her head on Harry's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. "We should get to bed. Did anyone know you'd be coming?"
"No, and I would rather not wake your parents."
"Then follow me quietly." Standing and taking his hand, she leads him upstairs till they are standing outside of her room. "Now, no funny ideas…I just want to sleep with you. I mean, fall asleep with you." Both blushing furiously, they step in and silently lock the door. Harry follows Ginny to her bed and as she climbs under the covers, takes off his trainers.
"On top of the covers or under?"
"Under with me, Harry. Please." Nodding, he slips under the covers, letting Ginny curl around him, resting her head on his arm. "Night, love."
"G'night, Gin."
As they drift to sleep, an ethereal trilling can be heard in the distance.