Harry potter and The deathly Hallows
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NO CHARACTERS OR ANY HARRY POTTER RELATED WORDS OR PHRASES USED IN THIS STORY. I AM MERELY WRITING A LITLE IMAGINATIVE VERSION OF MY OWN. THANKS SO MUCH TO JK ROWLING FOR INVENTING SUCH A WONDERFUL CHARACTER!
The following is an extract from the chapter "the flaw in the plan" of the 7th book to ensure all readers know where I am beginning from.
Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see.
'I don't want it,' said Harry.
'What?' said Ron loudly. 'Are you mental?'
'I know it's powerful,' said Harry wearily. 'But I was happier with mine, So ...'
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still, just, connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster's desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand and said, 'Reparo.'
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry knew that he had succeeded.
He picked up the holly and phoenix wand, and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.
'I'm putting the Elder Wand ,' he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, 'back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won't it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That'll be the end of it.'
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
'Are you sure?' said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.
'I think Harry's right,' said Hermione quietly.
'That wand's more trouble than it's worth,' said Harry. 'And quite honestly,' he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, ;I've had enough trouble for a lifetime.'
CHAPTER TWO – IN TIME TO COME
Harry wandered seemingly aimlessly down the war torn corridor in Hogwarts. He had no thoughts going through his mind as he took in the saddened state of the once glorious castle which he had grown up in. He passed a familiar portrait where a drunk-looking knight, Sir Cadogan, was sitting backwards on his horse. When he spotted Harry he lifted his sword and called "Well done you young and sprightly thing. LONG LIVE HARRY POTTER!" and around him, other portraits called out the same. Harry gave a small smile and carried on walking. He couldn't help but think how many people had died over the past few months while trying to help him defeat Voldermort. He felt dreadfully sad at the thought of how many people were gone now. All those people who he had grown to love as family were now gone.
He wiped a silent tear from his eye and rounded the corner where the Portrait of the fat lady hung, concealing Gryffindors enterance. Harry accepted the Fat Ladys drunken congratulations before entering a rather messy looking common room. Many of the wall hangings had been destroyed by curses, beyond repair, but he knew that Hogwarts had its way of healing itself.
'Shame Hogwarts cant heal others' Harry thought bitterly to himself as he gazed around. As he sat down on one of the couches by the fireplace, he heard small footsteps come down the stairs from the dorms. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked up.
"Harry" said a startled Ginny. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy from crying and she looked a bit of a mess, but beautiful all the same in Harrys eyes. Harry gave her a smile in reply and watched her walk over to him. She sat down beside him and let out a deep sigh.
"You were wonderful harry." She faltered, then looked into his eyes "But I was so sure you were gone completely. Forever." Harry shook his head gently and took Ginny into his arms.
"I was never going to leave you." He told her quietly. "Im so sorry, Ginny." And he let the delayed tears roll down his face into her hair. Ginny hugged him tighter, consolingly. "It will be ok Harry, hush." She whispered gently to him. Harry felt himself fully relax into her arms as thoughts filled his mind, Memories. Leaving Ginny was the hardest thing he ever had to do, even if it was to keep her safe. He remembered how badly he had felt when he hurt her and he wished that he could take it back. Reading his mind, Ginny drew back from Harry and took his hands in hers. "I understand that you were trying to keep me safe Harry. But I would have stood by you the whole time if you had let me." Their eyes met and Harry saw how much he really meant to her. He leaned towards her and kissed her softly on her lips. She kissed him back but more passionately than Harry had. Finally, thought Harry, she can be mine and I don't have to worry anymore. She would never be hurt again because Harry would protect her. They drew back from their kiss and Ginny gave Harry one of her voluminous smiles. Just at that moment while they sat there, a range of voices travelled into the common room along with Hermione, Ron, Neville and Luna.
"What did I tell you about going near her again Harry?" Ron said menacingly, glaring at Harry. Ginny stood up abruptly and said "Oh shut up Ron. Like you can talk, what with you and Hermione!" Ron looked embarrassed. "Im just looking out for you." He said sheepishly. Hermione laughed. "You really musn't listen to him Harry, he doesn't really know what he's talking about."
They all laughed. It felt good to laugh, Harry thought as he looked at his friends. Laughter was something that none of them had hear for a while now, it was some what refreshing. Harry yawned and remembered why he had first come to the commons. "I might head up to bed" he said to Ginny. She nodded with a small smile. Harry began walking towards the door to the stair well when Ginny caught his hand. "Everything will be ok, Harry" and it was with those words that they parted and Harry finally realised something. He didn't really like Ginny. He laughed quietly to himself as he walked up the stairs. He loved her.