Title: Love's Brutal Battle
Author: WorkingMan
Email: vampmaster71@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/GW, RW/HG
Classification: Harry Potter fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling. I'm just trying to write my first story so bear with me and please if any of you out there have any ideas on how to make it better please let me know. All off you have more experience writing than I do, I'm sure.
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my beautiful wife, Rose, aka Buffybot76 or Vampmistress76, who let me post my fic under her penname. Now I've got my own, Yay! And also to my good friend Nurseygirl77575, who has been a big help. And to the best fanfic writer that I have come across. Echo. Thanks for inspiring me to write my own fanfic.
Author's Note 2: I wrote this fic a year or so ago. WAY before OotP came out so this is going to be AU in a way because certain characters are alive in this fic that wouldn't be otherwise in the HP timeline if it weren't.
Chapter 1: Empty House
Harry stared into the fire that blazed in the fireplace at number four Privet Drive. It had been three weeks since the death of the Dursleys at the hands of Voldemort. Harry still couldn't believe it. He hadn't liked the Dursleys, but he never wanted them dead. Not really.
"Harry, you okay?" Ron asked, staring at his friend with a worried look on his face.
"Oh yeah." Harry stated, giving his friend a smile, "Whose move is it?"
"It's your." Ron said, looking down at the chess board between him and Harry.
Harry was starting to make his move when a loud whooshing sound could be heard coming from the fireplace. Both boys looked up as Fred and George Weasley came rolling out of the fire.
"Get off me, you prat." Hollered George as he pushed Fred off of his chest. "I told you we should have come one at a time."
"Yeah, but we wouldn't have had enough floo powder for dad and Ginny." Fred stated, staggering to his feet and sticking his hand out to help up his brother.
The Weasley twins looked around at Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys." They said in unison.
"Dad will be along in a minute." Ginny said as she stepped out of the fireplace and brushed herself off.
Ginny, Fred, George." Harry said, rushing forward to wrap his arms around the slight red haired girl. "How have you-"
There was a loud explosion at that moment.
"Dammit, Fred, George." Mr. Weasley shouted from inside the fireplace. "Just what in the hell did you two put in this package?"
"Oh no." George said with a smile. "It went off too soon."
"What, pray tell, went off too soon?" Mr. Weasley asked stepping from the fireplace, looking like he had just went ten rounds with Voldemort.
"Uuuh, nothing dad." Replied Fred, trying hard to suppress the laughter that was forming at his lips.
"So, How have you been Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, changing the subject.
"Fine, Mr. Weasley." Harry said, coming over to shake the older man's hand.
"That's good." He replied, handing a paper bag over to Ron, "Your mother didn't think you boys were getting enough to eat, so she sent you some sandwiches."
"Thanks dad." Ron said, taking the bag from him and returning to the couch to sit between Fred and George.
"How is Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked, sitting down in front of the fireplace next to Ginny.
"Fine, fine." Mr. Weasley replied.
"Where's Hermoine?" asked Ginny looking around at Ron.
"Gone to the grociers." He said around a mouthful of sandwich. "She should be back in a minute though."
"Harry," Mr. Weasley began. "There is another reason for our visit, you see, the Ministry wants me to leave two people here with you to help guard against You-Know-Who."
"Mr. Weasley, I.."
"I know Harry, that's why I brought Fred, George and Ginny," He said. "I figured you would rather have them here than anyone else."
"Yeah, besides, mum won't let us make Weasley's Wheezes at the Burrow." Fred said.
"Can we make them here?" George asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"Yeah, sure." Harry said. "But you have to clean up your own messes."
"Well, I have to go, now that this is settled time to get back to my own house ." He said as he stepped back into the fireplace, "The Burrow."
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Author: WorkingMan
Email: vampmaster71@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/GW, RW/HG
Classification: Harry Potter fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling. I'm just trying to write my first story so bear with me and please if any of you out there have any ideas on how to make it better please let me know. All off you have more experience writing than I do, I'm sure.
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my beautiful wife, Rose, aka Buffybot76 or Vampmistress76, who let me post my fic under her penname. Now I've got my own, Yay! And also to my good friend Nurseygirl77575, who has been a big help. And to the best fanfic writer that I have come across. Echo. Thanks for inspiring me to write my own fanfic.
Author's Note 2: I wrote this fic a year or so ago. WAY before OotP came out so this is going to be AU in a way because certain characters are alive in this fic that wouldn't be otherwise in the HP timeline if it weren't.
Chapter 1: Empty House
Harry stared into the fire that blazed in the fireplace at number four Privet Drive. It had been three weeks since the death of the Dursleys at the hands of Voldemort. Harry still couldn't believe it. He hadn't liked the Dursleys, but he never wanted them dead. Not really.
"Harry, you okay?" Ron asked, staring at his friend with a worried look on his face.
"Oh yeah." Harry stated, giving his friend a smile, "Whose move is it?"
"It's your." Ron said, looking down at the chess board between him and Harry.
Harry was starting to make his move when a loud whooshing sound could be heard coming from the fireplace. Both boys looked up as Fred and George Weasley came rolling out of the fire.
"Get off me, you prat." Hollered George as he pushed Fred off of his chest. "I told you we should have come one at a time."
"Yeah, but we wouldn't have had enough floo powder for dad and Ginny." Fred stated, staggering to his feet and sticking his hand out to help up his brother.
The Weasley twins looked around at Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys." They said in unison.
"Dad will be along in a minute." Ginny said as she stepped out of the fireplace and brushed herself off.
Ginny, Fred, George." Harry said, rushing forward to wrap his arms around the slight red haired girl. "How have you-"
There was a loud explosion at that moment.
"Dammit, Fred, George." Mr. Weasley shouted from inside the fireplace. "Just what in the hell did you two put in this package?"
"Oh no." George said with a smile. "It went off too soon."
"What, pray tell, went off too soon?" Mr. Weasley asked stepping from the fireplace, looking like he had just went ten rounds with Voldemort.
"Uuuh, nothing dad." Replied Fred, trying hard to suppress the laughter that was forming at his lips.
"So, How have you been Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, changing the subject.
"Fine, Mr. Weasley." Harry said, coming over to shake the older man's hand.
"That's good." He replied, handing a paper bag over to Ron, "Your mother didn't think you boys were getting enough to eat, so she sent you some sandwiches."
"Thanks dad." Ron said, taking the bag from him and returning to the couch to sit between Fred and George.
"How is Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked, sitting down in front of the fireplace next to Ginny.
"Fine, fine." Mr. Weasley replied.
"Where's Hermoine?" asked Ginny looking around at Ron.
"Gone to the grociers." He said around a mouthful of sandwich. "She should be back in a minute though."
"Harry," Mr. Weasley began. "There is another reason for our visit, you see, the Ministry wants me to leave two people here with you to help guard against You-Know-Who."
"Mr. Weasley, I.."
"I know Harry, that's why I brought Fred, George and Ginny," He said. "I figured you would rather have them here than anyone else."
"Yeah, besides, mum won't let us make Weasley's Wheezes at the Burrow." Fred said.
"Can we make them here?" George asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"Yeah, sure." Harry said. "But you have to clean up your own messes."
"Well, I have to go, now that this is settled time to get back to my own house ." He said as he stepped back into the fireplace, "The Burrow."
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