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Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Ancient Magic
Chapter 1 Golden Days
A gentle breeze blew softly across the Hogwarts grounds. The sun was setting and the last golden rays of light fell upon the faces of three teenagers. Harry James Potter stood by the lake, staring out at its vastness and beauty, thinking about the ceremony that had taken place here only short hours ago. To his left, were his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger who stood silently beside him, gently holding one another as they observed the lake for what could be the last time.
"The train is going to leave soon." Hermione broke the silence, looking intently at the other two, Ron's arm still wrapped gently around her shoulder in away that suggested they were more than friends.
"Mmhmm…" Ron replied not looking down at her to meet her gaze but still looking forward at the lake, not wanting to look away for one second, in case it all disappeared. Harry didn't look away either, he wanted to sketch everything into the back of his mind, so he wouldn't forget anything, ever. This was his home, and he was about to leave, and possibly never come back, it was a thought that bothered Harry more then he knew, or let on. Finally, Harry sighed heavily, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, in doing so, his clenched fist hit the fake horcrux and he was jolted back to reality, however unwillingly so.
"Let's go, we don't want the others to worry about us, besides Ron you still have to tell your Mum that you're spending the summer with me." Harry said, turning slowly and walking towards the Hogwart's Gates that would lead them off the Hogwart's Grounds and down to Hogsmeade.
"Yeah, like I really want to be in a hurry for that." Ron replied sarcastically, the others chuckling at the task Ron had ahead. Both Hermione and Harry were quite glad that neither of them had the daunting task of telling Mrs. Weasley that her youngest son wouldn't be coming home that summer, that he would instead be going to the Dursleys followed by leaving with Harry to go on a secret and dangerous mission. No, Mrs. Weasley would not like that at all, but it had been agreed upon that afternoon that they would only tell the Weasleys the part about Ron not spending the first half of the summer with them, it would be easier that way, they'd tackle the second half of their plan later.
"Hermione, you still have to tell your parents too, when are you going to do that?" Ron asked, attempting to take the pressure off of himself and place it elsewhere.
"I will tell them at the station, actually I was thinking…perhaps I'll go home for tonight, to spend some time with them and explain fully everything that's happening…or at least everything they need to know, and then I'll come over tomorrow. Does that work for you Harry?" Hermione said, looking up at Harry questioningly. Harry stared back at her, knowing the answer but unsure how to relay it to his friends. They knew the Dursleys were unpleasant, hell, they were horrible, but Harry doubted they truly understood what the Dursleys were like. How did you explain something like that to people who had never experienced truly malicious contempt for your existence from their closest family. Harry didn't know what to say so he only replied with,
"It's fine with me, but don't expect the Dursleys to be to happy about it."
Harry kept walking forward while behind him, Hermione and Ron shared a look, they had always worried about Harry and his relatives, they had some ideas as to how bad it was, if the summer before second year was anything to go by, but they didn't really know what happened to Harry at the Dursley's home. Harry never really talked about his childhood, but Ron never forgot how startled Harry used to be every time one of the Weasleys, in particular his mother, showed Harry an ounce of kindness or affection.
Moving forward, the trio continued walking until they reached the Gates, where Hagrid was standing guard, watching who went out, and who came in. Harry stopped when he saw him, and Hagrid turned to look at them. Giant tears forming in his big black eyes, Hagrid started sobbing and talking incoherently, picking Harry up and giving him a huge bear hug which nearly cracked Harry's ribs.
"I'm gonna miss yer three sooo much now that 'cher going away. Might ne'er see yous again. Promise me you'll writes ter me Harry, and yous too Ron, Hermione, the lot of ya. Promise me you'll write ter me."
"We promise Hagrid." The three of them said. Hagrid seemed to accept this and set Harry down smiling down sadly at them.
"Well all righ' then, off you goes, don' wantcha ter miss yer train now do we."
"No, we wouldn't want that." Harry replied quietly, barely audible, before turning to head out the Gates once more, however before he exited, he turned around to look at Hagrid once more, "Goodbye Hagrid."
"G'Bye Harry."
Harry turned around and looked at Ron and Hermione, they all shared a remorseful look before continuing down the path that would lead them into Hogsmeade. Their last golden day, finally at it's end.
The scarlet steam engine waited majestically for the trio to enter the Hogsmeade train station, and quickly sort their way through the small crowd and eventually climb onto the train. With a whistle the train gently pulled out of the station and started towards London. The trio slowly walked down the length of the train, searching for an empty compartment, which wasn't hard, considering most students had left either earlier in the week or through another form of transport with their parents. The trio, were meeting the rest of the Weasleys in London since after the funeral they had headed back to Head Quarters to gather valuable information to be moved to Hogwarts immediately. Since the discovery of Snape's betrayal the Order had worked vigorously to extricate themselves from Number 12 Grimmauld Place until an new Fidelius Charm could be cast over the house and Snape would no longer have access to it or the secrets it held within.
Finding an empty compartment, Harry, Ron and Hermione plopped themselves down unceremoniously on the seats, Harry stretched out on one, and Ron and Hermione on the other, Ron's arm still around Hermione's shoulder. It didn't take long for Ron and Hermione to fall asleep soon after the train left the station. Harry was happier alone at the moment, it gave him time to think about the events that had transpired that very afternoon. One of the hardest things he'd ever had to do had been to give up his Ginny, but it was for the best, or at least that's what he kept telling himself although in truth he was having a hard time getting the beast in his chest to believe that. Every time he'd start thinking about something else, she would float into his head again, as beautiful as an angel and as radiant as the morning sky. Her gorgeous, coppery red hair that caught the sunlight so magnificently that it looked like her hair was a burning flame that Harry thought suited her most tenacious personality quite well. Her pale porcelain skin that had the smallest little freckles splattered precariously across it, particularly on her nose and cheekbones. Her warm brown eyes that Harry could stare into all day, and easily got lost in, how he wished he could just sit and look at her eyes once more. Her cute little nose, her small mouth and chin, her elegant neck, her petite little body, although Harry had to admit that even though she was quite small, she had some dangerous curves on her. As much as Harry tried to act a gentleman when around her, he was still a hormone driven teenager and it was only natural that he would notice. In fact he worked quite hard during their snogging sessions to ensure that his hands didn't wander too much. It was during Harry's little reverie that the compartment door slid open, and there stood Ginny, beautiful, captivating and alluring Ginny.
Ginny entered the compartment slowly and surveyed quietly, upon noticing Ron and Hermione asleep in each other's arms, she smiled slightly, before turning and locking her gaze upon Harry.
"Can I talk to you Harry?" It wasn't a question, however much it sounded like one, and Harry gazed back upon his sleeping friend's forms briefly before nodding and moving over on the seat so Ginny could sit down beside him, Ginny however didn't move. "I meant somewhere more private."
Harry looked up at her waiting eyes wondering how good an idea that would be, he knew if he was alone with Ginny for more than five minutes, his resolve would break and he would scoop her up into his arms as if this afternoon had all been but a bad dream. Knowing that she wouldn't leave until they had talked however Harry stood up and walked over to Ginny, and she lead the way out the door and down the train compartment to the lavatory. Harry raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything as she held the door open waiting for him to enter. Harry walked into the washroom and waited for Ginny to follow, closing the door gently behind her before locking it. Both stood there pressed against each other in the tiny bathroom neither daring to say anything, both just lost in each other's eyes. Finally Ginny broke the silence,
"Listen Harry…"
"No wait Gin," Harry interrupted, pausing slightly looking at her face carefully before continuing. "I want you to know, that I never meant to hurt you, and that breaking this off, what we have, has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I have to do it. I hope you understand that."
"I do Harry, I do, Lord knows I do." Ginny replies, however she does so with a shakiness to her voice as she is wracked with dry sobs and unshed tears. She sniffles slightly, looking up into his eyes and smiling a small sad smile before continuing, "I just want you to promise me…promise me that when this is over, you'll come back to me. I know I was brave earlier, I had to be, for you, for me, for us, but I can't be brave until I know that you'll come back, that you'll come back to me and me alone. Can you promise me that Harry, can you?"
Harry looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes, as they searched his own emerald green ones. He could make no promise of surviving this war, but he knew that wasn't what Ginny was asking, she was more practical than that, she was asking him about his heart, and whether or not it would come back to her. Harry couldn't believe the insecurity visible in Ginny's face as she waited for his answer, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold her sobs within her, a single salty tear escaping from her eye and rolling down her cheek. Harry reached out with his hands and gently cupped her face, and wiped the tear away with his thumb. He watched as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, before opening them again with such uncertainty that Harry felt like he was looking at eleven-year-old Ginny again, back in the Chamber of Secrets, scared and vulnerable Harry felt the need to come to her rescue once again not only for her sake, but for his as well.
"I will Gin, I promise, I'll come back to you and only you. You're more special to me than you know." Ginny sobbed at his words before leaping forward and latching onto him in a bone crushing hug, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"So…until you come back, do you think that maybe I could have a goodbye kiss?" Ginny asked hopefully looking deep into his eyes with a very playful look, Harry knew that if he kissed her it would lead to more. Especially considering the position they were in, him up against a wall, with her legs wrapped around his waist, her bum sliding down slightly to another place that although as much as Harry wanted her there, he knew it probably wasn't the best idea, but looking back into her eyes he knew it was no use, he was going to snog her senseless and perhaps a little more.
Harry leaned in an captured Ginny's lips in a kiss, a soft and gentle kiss at first, which quickly grew to be more passionate. Harry prodded her lips eagerly with his tongue and was quickly granted entrance into her mouth. Ginny moaned wantonly as Harry explored her mouth, before slowly kissing up the side of her face and he gently began nibbling at her ear, a thing he knew drove Ginny wild. She decided to return the favor by kissing Harry's neck, slowly moving around to the Adam's Apple and from there she continued to kiss and suck slowly as she heard Harry groan in response. At the same time their hands had moved from their original places, Ginny's hands tangled in Harry's hair, while Harry's were clutching her bottom almost desperately. It was at this point that Ginny decided to heat things up a little and begin to wiggle her bottom a little before rocking forward, forcefully, into Harry's groin. Harry's eyes went wide as saucers as Ginny continued her rocking, grinning up at him with a playful little smile before Harry grinned devilishly back. Well, thought Harry, two can play at this game. Raising his eyebrows suggestively at Ginny he spun them around so that she was now sitting on the counter with the sink, her legs still wrapped tightly around him, he started grinding into her slowly, pressing against her so she could feel how excited she made him. Ginny grinned as she felt how hard Harry was, because of her, she was the one who had this effect on him, and it made her feel quite powerful, however she knew it had to end, their first time shouldn't be here like this in a bathroom stall on a train, it had to be somewhere special. Harry must have sensed what she was thinking because he stopped and looked at her almost shyly before saying,
"Sorry, didn't mean for that to happen…hormones…got the better of me."
"Don't be sorry Harry, I quite enjoyed it, and I know for a fact you did." Harry grinned sheepishly before letting her go gently. Ginny unraveled her legs from around Harry and hopped off the counter back onto the floor. Looking up and smiling at him again she leaned up and placed a gentle, chaste, kiss on his lips before turning around and quietly exiting the lavatory, pausing only once to utter, "Remember Harry, you promised…"
That evening, Harry and Ron sat on Harry's bed at Number 4 Privet Drive. Hermione had gone home with her parents like she had planned and promised to arrive sometime in the early afternoon the next day. Mrs. Weasley as was to be expected did not take the news well at all, but thankfully for Ron, Mr. Weasley stepped in on the boys behalf and managed to calm her down, though he did not manage to convince her much, finally she conceded after making them both swear that the second Harry turned seventeen they were to return to the Burrow immediately. After promising repeatedly to Mrs. Weasley, Harry and Ron were able to escape from her grasp and hurried onward through the train station in search of the Dursleys.
To say that the Dursleys were more then less pleased at the prospect of Ron and Hermione staying with them for half of the summer was the understatement of the century. However; after Ron discreetly flashed them his wand, telling them that he was of age and could hex them into dungbeetles quickly remedied any attempted outburst on Uncle Vernon's part.
The drive back to Harry's childhood home was a quiet affair. Dudley had not come to the train station to pick Harry up, instead he was over at a friends house and was staying over until tomorrow. Harry was glad for this small mercy, because he had been quietly wondering how on earth he, Ron and Dudley were supposed to fit in the back seat of Uncle Vernon's car.
Upon arriving at Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry and Ron quickly carried their trunks and respective owls up the steps, into the house and further up into Harry's bedroom. Ron frowned as he entered the room, upon discovering that it still had the locks and cat flap that it possessed those many summers ago when he, Fred and George had flown their Dad's Ford Anglia to Harry's house to rescue him. If Harry noticed Ron's obvious disapproval, he didn't say anything, and this was where they were now, sitting on Harry's bed quietly, both absorbed in their own thoughts until Harry's Aunt Petunia's shrill voice pierced the air,
"Boy, if you want your freakish little friend to have a bed to sleep in tonight you can come and retrieve the cot from the cupboard. Don't for one second think that you and your friends will have your room and the guest room to sleep in this summer, I won't have you taking up more space then necessary."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry droned back, with an almost bored expression on his face, he was quite used to being treated like this but Ron couldn't help the expression that overtook his own face. He was disgusted and appalled that anyone would treat their nephew like that, yet he knew it happened. Just look at Sirius and his mother, and yet Ron still couldn't get over how little Harry's family cared for him, it just didn't make sense to Ron who came from such a huge and loving family that no one, not even prats like Percy were treated like that. "Come on," Harry said, snapping Ron out of his thoughts, "let's go down and fetch the cot shall we. After I was thinking we'd dig out your chess set and play a couple games." Ron nodded his consent and the two traveled down the stair and stopped in front of the cupboard beneath it.
For the first time Ron noticed a lock on the door but looking back on it he knew somewhere in the back of his own mind that their had been a lock on this door, but from where. Then it dawned on him, Back in the summer before second year, when he and the twins had come to rescue Harry, the twins had had to pick the lock on this cupboard to get Harry's school supplies. Ron looked back at the lock now with loathing, it appeared that Harry's relatives would do anything to keep him away from the magical world.
Opening the door Ron noticed that the cupboard was incredibly small, barely big enough to hold a child, and in the corners he could see cobwebs, but as much as that terrified him, his curiosity at something else won over. As Harry moved into the little cupboard he pulled on a switch to help him see and located the cot folded up in the corner and grabbed it firmly to retrieve it, however; Ron wasn't watching this, instead he was staring at the walls of the cupboard, inside the cupboard were drawings sketched by what Ron assumed was a child. Little trinkets such as the odd toy soldier or farm animal littered a small ledge on one side of the cupboard and on the other side, the side Harry had just removed the cot from was a single, what was once white, sock. A child's sock, and realization dawned upon Ron, it was Harry's sock.
"Harry…" Ron began slowly, desperately pleading with the powers that be that what he thought wasn't true, that he was just making a crazy assumption, however; Harry's look said it all. "Please Harry…tell me it's not true."
"Drop it, Ron, just drop it." Harry's voice was firm but almost pleading and the look in his eyes clearly stated that he didn't want to talk about it.
"It's not right Harry, you can't let them get away with this."
"I never said it was right, but it was a long time ago, just let it be Ron, please."
"Okay." Silence overtook the two as they worked to bring the cot up the stairs. Harry had asked Ron earlier that even though he could use magic, to do it as little as possible in front of the Dursleys to make everything easier for everyone. Ron had complied, but grudgingly so and now he wondered why Harry wanted to make things easier for the Dursleys when they had made life so hard on him. It was just one of the things he would never understand about Harry. "So…" Ron said at last breaking the uncomfortable silence, "…I believe something was mentioned earlier about a game of chess." He mentioned raising his eyebrows questioningly. Harry grinned,
"I believe you're right Ron, for once," the two boys laughed, "maybe this game I'll win." Harry said, entering his bedroom and tossing the cot down onto the floor.
"Yeah right, and I'm dating Malfoy, as if."
"Well you did date Lavender didn't you Won-Won so anything is possible isn't it?'
"Shut up you tosser!"
"Prat!"
"Golden Boy!"
"Won-Won" At this both boys fell onto the floor laughing at their antics. Lost in childish fights and merriment, the two forgot about the troubles that lay ahead and spent the night like normal teenage boys, laughing and talking, playing games and craving food. It was the perfect end to the last of the carefree golden days that either of them would see for awhile.
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