Nobody's Hero
Chapter 4: Questions That Need Answering
Lord Voldemort was worried, something he wasn't accustomed to and definitely not something he would ever admit to his followers. His spies and informants had informed him of a flurry of activity by the Order of the Phoenix members but they couldn't tell him why.
He had summoned Snape but was disappointed because he didn't know what was happening, as he had not been summoned to Order Headquarters with the others. Though a bit troubling, it in itself was not that unusual as his role was as Dumbledore's supposed spy.
They only thing he knew for certain was that the increased activity by the Order was not directed against him or his followers as there had been no reports of any of his members being followed or watched.
"What can they be up to?" Voldemort said vehemently.
He scanned the people assembled before him in the dinning hall of Malfoy manor. All were looking very uneasy, looking anywhere but at him, not wishing to make eye contact, least they be singled out.
"Bellatrix," he called out harshly, "I am giving you the task of freeing those who were captured in the disastrous attempt to recover the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries. Do not fail me!"
"Yes, My Lord. I'll see to it at once," Bellatrix said contritely, still feeling the effects of the Cruciatus Curses that she had been subjected to for her part in the botched raid.
"Leave me!," he said menacingly.
The Death Eaters assembled around the table hurried to leave the Dark Lords presence, fearful that they too would feel his wrath.
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Harry and Ginny awoke to the soft sounds of birds singing outside their window, there was a gentle breeze blowing and the morning promised to blossom into a wonderful summer day.
Sometime while sleeping Ginny had rolled over and was now laying on her back, the sheet bunched down at her waist. Harry eyed her soft wonderful breasts and her pert peach coloured nipples.
It must have been due to the cool morning temperature that her nipples were semi-erect, sticking up slightly like delectable little fruits waiting to be nibbled upon.
Harry smiled and carefully turned onto his side so that he could reach Ginny's closest nipple. He gingerly stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the protruding nipple. He was rewarded by it hardening further and a change in Ginny's breathing.
She still wasn't awake yet and Harry kept up his stimulation of Ginny's nipples, he switched to the other and gave it similar treatment, lightly running his tongue over it.
Ginny began to squirm a little on the bed and she moaned lowly. Harry watched as her eyelids fluttered open and she groaned louder. "Mummmm, Harrryyyy," she moaned.
Now that she was awake, Harry began to attack her with a bit more aggressively, sucking harder on her nipples and snaking a hand down across her stomach to her centre.
Ginny arched her back and thrust her hips forward, increasing the pressure that Harry was applying to her nub.
Harry saw Ginny's eyes roll back into her head and she groaned out loudly. She reached out and ran her hands through Harry's hair forcing more of her breast into his hot wet mouth.
Ginny's mind was in overload, being woken up by Harry stimulating her while she had been asleep totally blew her mind. She went from a very sexy dream to a sexual reality to had every nerve ending in her body feeling as if they were on fire.
She felt her slit open wide and she was dripping wet with her desire. She was delirious with the ecstasy that she was feeling. Harry had slipped a finger inside of her adding to the sensations she was feeling, the rapture that was building had her mind solely focused on where he was touching her.
Electric like shocks were flashing back and forth from her breasts to her groin and back again and she was breathing in get heaving gasps. Higher and higher she felt herself spiral until she felt her release hit her unexpectedly.
Her body spasmed as her orgasm ripped through her, granting her temporary relief but as Harry kept up his assault on her, she immediately began to spiral up again.
Ginny's body now was moving of its own accord, twisting and writhing as she succumbed to Harry's onslaught. She was now experiencing a series of almost continuous orgasms, driving her to the edge of consciousness.
Ginny's body was racked by one last giant spasm, her body arching and it seemed that every muscle in her body was involved and her last conscious thought was if this was what it felt like to die, then she welcomed it.
Harry felt Ginny writhing under his continued assault, her gyrations becoming more and more wild until she tensed almost rigid and then collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard and seemingly unconscious.
Slowly Ginny became aware of her surroundings, she turned her head, to spent at the moment to even lift it, "Sweet Merlin, Harry, that sure is some way to wake up, at first I didn't know if I was dreaming or not."
Harry lay back beside Ginny, and gave her a tender kiss, "Was that a great way to start out honeymoon here on the Riviera?"
"Harry, that's a great way to start any day as far as I'm concerned," Ginny said with a contented smile on her face, though her look was clouded with desire.
After a few minutes, Ginny rolled on top of Harry and kissed him with fiery passion, causing him to groan, "Ginnnnyyyyy," he said in throaty passion.
She kissed down along his jawline and around on his neck and back up to his other ear, running her tongue around that outside before gently nipping his earlobe.
She then slide her body down a little till her hot dripping sex was over Harry's erect member, sitting up she rubbed up and down on it, grinding in with her hips, driving Harry wild.
Harry reached up and took hold of Ginny's breasts cupping them in his hands while gently pinching her nipples. Ginny gave him a look of pure lust and threw her head back as she seated herself, with one swift motion, on Harry's rampant manhood.
Harry took in the amazing sight of Ginny, her hair flying around her head as she rode up and down on him feverishly, her face aglow in the ecstasy she was feeling. Harry had never seen anything so pure and natural as Ginny's enjoyment of their love making.
Harry felt the pressure building in him and he growled out his approval. Ginny brought her head forward and locked eyes with him, and though they were heavily lidded, they burned with an inner fire.
Harry's eyes matched Ginny's, an emerald fire of his lust for his beloved wife, the woman who had in such a short time become the centre of his universe.
Ginny suddenly threw her head back and cried out, before falling forward onto Harry's chest.
Harry felt Ginny's slit spasm and clutch his throbbing member, gripping him tightly in her hot velvety sheath, drawing forth his essence, filling her with his hot offering.
They lay there entwined, Ginny still firmly seat on Harry, but they were both thoroughly spent from their exertions, their bodies were slick with their sweat and Harry pulled the duvet up over their cooling bodies.
Ginny snuggled into Harry's chest, laying with her head up by his shoulder, in a near stupor, a Cheshire Cat like smile on her face, which was one of utter satisfaction.
After several moments, she whispered, "That was truly awe-inspiring, my love. I've never felt anything so intense in my life. I can't believe we've only been married for a few days and we're so in love. When I said I wanted to come, it was because I wanted to get away from my parents and the life they were trying to force me to live. I never expected to love you so deeply and completely.
"I sure didn't expect it either Ginny. I knew I had feelings for you but never got a chance to express them to you. For the last couple of years you've had boy friends and I thought I'd missed my opportunity to be with you," Harry said softly.
Ginny just stared at him for a moment, I've had feeling for you in one form or another since I was two or three, whenever my family started to read me the story of The-Boy-Who-Lived. All during my childhood, I knew that someday I'd meet you and fall in love with you," Ginny said, blushing prettily.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but Ginny silenced him with her finger, "Then Harry, you know what happened?" she asked with a smile.
Since Ginny's finger remained on his lips, Harry gently shook his head.
"Well, the I met this totally amazing boy. He was so shy and polite, asking how to get onto Platform 9 ¾. Even though I didn't know your name at the time, I was sure it was you, no one else has your eyes Harry, they are such a brilliant shade of green, that I knew it just had to be you," Ginny then gave a low laugh, "And the most amazing thing was, Harry. It was that boy I fell in love with, not the Boy-Who-Lived. That sweet, unassuming, polite, boy, who also happened to be devastatingly cute, I might add."
Ginny sighed, but it was a happy contented sigh, "Then my brothers came back and told me that boy was none other than Harry Potter and I knew right then and there that my dreams would come true." She then looked at Harry and laughed, "Though there were times when I wanted to hex you. I didn't think you were ever going to notice me."
"I was noticing you for the last year or so, especially after the trip to the Ministry," Harry said softly.
"Well, I was pretty sure you were noticing me before that, I caught you staring at me a bunch of times in the common room and I started to believe that things were finally going my way," Ginny said with a small smile.
Ginny's face fell and she looked very angry and hurt, "Then my Mother told me of my "Obligations" and took away my wand," she said, suddenly looking far away. Then her face then brightened again, "But just like in my first year when you rescued me from certain death, you showed up and rescued me again."
Ginny tenderly kissed Harry, "Though to me you are "just Harry", you're still my hero, not of the Wizarding World, but mine, my very own, just Harry, Ginny's hero." She then hugged herself to Harry and she sniffled, fighting back the tears that were suddenly in her eyes,
Harry hugged her tight, and kissed the side of her head where he could reach at the moment, "I'll always be here for you Ginny, you are my other half, my heart, without you I don't think I could go on, with you life is worth living."
Ginny gave Harry a tight squeeze, hugging him hard for a moment, she smiled at him and said, "Let's go shower and have breakfast, I'm starved," she said happily.
"Doesn't surprise me," Harry began.
Ginny eyed him, with a stern look on her face, "You'd better not be going to say it's because I'm a Weasley."
Harry looked shocked, "Ah, no dear, I was going to say because we really burned off some calories this morning and if we want to keep, ah, indulging, we're going to need our strength," he said uncertainly, looking questioningly at Ginny.
Ginny blushed and looked horrified, "I'm so sorry, Harry. It's just that I've been hearing about the famed Weasley appetite for so long, I just assumed. . . ."
"That's okay, my love, I'm not going to worry about something like that, why let a little misunderstanding spoil what has been a fantastic morning so far," Harry said with a grin.
Ginny smiled back at him, "You're right of course." She gave him a quick kiss and rolled off of him, frowning a little at the feeling of loss she felt when Harry slipped out of her.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, she rolled her shoulders and neck, "Godric, I feel like I've just played in a six hour Quidditch game."
Harry rolled and sat beside her, mimicking her actions, "Yeah, you're right," he said, then smiling he added, "Guess we'll just need to "train" more."
Ginny couldn't help but smile back, and though she blushed slightly, she added coyly, "I'm all for that."
Harry chuckled , leaned over and kissed her before getting up and heading in to start the shower.
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Albus Dumbledore sat perplexed, he had no leads on the whereabouts of Harry Potter nor Ginny Weasley. No leads, no new ideas and certainly no luck, as far as he was concerned and very limited options.
They had scoured the Wizarding World of Great Britain, from London to Edinburgh, Portsmouth to Holyhead, virtually every nook and cranny of any possible refuge, no matter how obscure it was considered and they had come up blank.
They had started to comb some of the major muggle cities but that seemed a hopeless task, the areas too large, their numbers too few.
The only thing left was to ask for outside help and that was just asking to cause a panic. Even though Harry wasn't universally accepted as the one who would ultimately defeat Voldemort, enough of the population did so to be problematic.
Though Order members were still looking, they were doing do with less and less enthusiasm. It wasn't that they didn't believe in their cause, it was because they were losing hope that they'd be able to find the missing pair.
Remus Lupin was probably the one who looked and acted the most melancholy, feeling that he had somehow let down Lily and James along with Sirius. As the last remaining Marauder he felt it was his responsibility to keep an eye on Harry and help him anyway that he could.
Bill watched as Nymphadora Tonks, who insisted on being called by her last name only, tried her best to comfort him. He glanced at his fiancée, Fleur as she slept curled up in a large chair in the parlour where they all we sitting at the moment. He knew she had the same capacity for compassion that Tonks was showing Remus, always being there for him if he had a hard time with the Goblins.
Thinking about the Goblins made him a little mad, they had categorically refused to help in any manner in tracing down Harry. They had not too subtly hinted that the reason was the attitude shown by Dumbledore, and while they sympathized that his sister was supposedly with him, they could not divulge any information concerning a depositor, especially one from as ancient of a family as the Potters, who had been clients for many generations.
Bill had politely thanked his superior, not wanting to upset him as he really hoped that in the future thinks might change and losing his job right at the moment would gain them nothing.
Bill heard movement behind him and turning he saw his father come into the parlour. "No luck?" he asked.
"Sorry, Dad, but Draknak refused to even consider asking about whether Harry had accessed his account and I knew I couldn't press my luck. Who knows, in the future when things calm down and it can be done discreetly, that may change, but Albus really has them feeling none too kindly towards any Wizard at the moment, even if they work for them."
Arthur nodded, "Well, at least you asked and didn't make a bad situation worse. We'll just have to hope that "someday" comes sooner than later."
He then looked at Fleur, "Why don't you take her back to her flat? At least she'll be able to get some decent rest."
Bill shook his head ruefully, "She refuses to go, saying she'd rather be here helping out, than back alone at her flat and not knowing what was going on," he replied.
Arthur gave a rueful chuckle, "I guess I don't blame her. Well then take her up and put her in Ginny's room for the time being. At least she'll have a comfortable bed to sleep in. I wouldn't want her to wake up with a stiff neck or anything."
"Will Mum be okay with that?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't see why not, Hermione is sleeping on the cot bed in there, just like she always has when she's visiting. She wouldn't take Ginny's bed, said it just didn't feel right, but I'm sure Ginny won't be back any time soon," Arthur said sadly.
"How is Mum doing by the way?" Bill asked, as he nodded at his father.
Arthur shrugged, "A little better but she still isn't talking much, though she isn't crying all the time anymore."
Bill smiled wanly, "Well, that's a step in the right direction. Is she going to come back down here any time soon?"
"I'm not sure, Bill. I'm hoping that she'll come down and make dinner this evening. If she keeps busy, she won't dwell on things and she'll come to grips with the facts," Arthur said softy.
"I just hope she comes around, I know she's worried but that's not going to help any," Bill said, softly.
"I know that and you know that, now if she'll just accept it," Arthur said.
Bill nodded, and went over to Fleur, he tried to wake her gently, but she just stirred sleepily and remained asleep. He shook his head and picked her up in his arms. If he had hoped that she'd awake, he was disappointed as she just snuggled into his chest.
He carried her into Ginny's room and laid her on the bed. He removed her shoes and covered her with the duvet, she rolled onto her side, snuggled into the pillow, gripped the duvet and sighed contentedly, never once waking up.
Bill smiled down at her, the more he got to know her the more he came to love and admire her. She definitely had more steel and determination than many gave the supposed only a pretty faced young woman.
He had heard many comments about whether or not she should have been picked as a Tri-Wizard Champion, of course those that said so knew nothing of how the champions were chosen and said that she must have used her Veela charms to influence the judges not knowing that a powerful magical item was the sole judge in determining who the participants were.
The first time he had heard that his fabled Weasley temper had raised it's head, but Fleur had told him to ignore the comments because those making them weren't worth the bother to get worked up over.
He silently retreated from the room and closed the door after him, wondering what the coming days would bring. They were no closer to finding the missing Ginny and Harry.
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After a wonderful breakfast Harry and Ginny decided to head into Nice to do a little sightseeing and shopping, they were on their honeymoon after all. Making sure that their charms were in place, they had Al, the Inn's driver, take them down into Nice.
It was a relatively short trip through some really nice countryside. Al had a nice time telling them about some of the things along the way. Al stopped in the heart of the shopping district but he told them of a few shops to avoid, as they were real tourist traps in the worse sense of the term. He then pulled out a newspaper and settled himself in for the wait.
Harry and Ginny wandered off down the street hand in hand, enjoying the warm sun and pleasant breeze. There was the smell of the ocean coming off the Mediterranean and they knew they weren't in England anymore.
For the most part they just window shopped, enjoying just being away and doing whatever they wanted. They stopped at a street vendor and purchased some interesting local fare to munch on while they strolled along.
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Gabrielle Delacour was bored, extremely so. Her mother, Apolline had dragged her along on her annual shopping trip to Nice. Though Gabrielle loved fine clothes, she really hated spending hours and hours shopping, something her mother seemed to relish.
She had just finished her first year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and bristled at not being able to use magic now that the school year was over. The fact that Beauxbatons was located in the same region as Nice, allowed her Mother to pick her up at school and come directly to the city on the Mediterranean.
Gabrielle would have much preferred to have gone home so she could at least be spending time with her friends because hanging out with your mother isn't on the top of an eleven year old's priority list.
She was staring out the window of the dress shop they were currently in, her mother oohing and ahhing over some Italian made dress. So far even people watching wasn't proving to be that interesting.
She was just about to go bother here mother about going and getting something to eat when she saw someone she thought she recognized, but something didn't seem quite right. Around the corner, across the street were a couple that looked like Harry Potter and Fleur's future sister-in-law, Ginny Weasley.
She finally figured out what didn't seem quite right, they looked a bit older than they should have and with the wind tousling the man's hair, Harry's proverbial scar was not visible.
"Maman, come quick," Gabrielle called to her mother.
Apolline Delacour looked irritatingly at her youngest, "Not now Gabby, I'm busy here," was her exasperated reply.
"But Maman, it's important," she said turning back to her mother, "please just come here for a moment."
Apolline looked apologetically at the salesgirl, "Excuse me for a moment," she said.
Gabrielle turned back to look out the window and just as her mother arrived she saw the couple rounding the corner, "Look Maman, see that couple, they looked like Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley!"
Apolline saw the couple, but they now had their backs to her and Gabrielle and though the hair colours looked like it could be them, she couldn't see their faces. "Gabrielle, I certain you must be mistaken, what would Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley be doing here in Nice, especially without any adults with them, they are much too young to be here alone," Madame Delacour said, a bit patronizingly.
Gabrielle looked at her mother darkly, she knew what she had seen. Tonight she would write Fleur and find out if it could have been the people she thought it was. Shaking her head, she went back to waiting insufferably for her mother to finish shopping.
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Harry and Ginny did end up buying a few things, Ginny picked out an amazing two piece swimsuit that Harry thought was extremely hot on Ginny's lithe body, it was a stunning black colour that looked remarkable her pale skin, but he refused Ginny's teasing effort to have him purchase a Speedo. He refused to even exit the dressing room, though Ginny did take a peak inside to see him in it.
Harry had blushed furiously and Ginny did too, she found herself blushing as much as Harry was, thinking that "Yes, maybe a Speedo wasn't the best suit for Harry to wear." Though she enjoyed see his "endowment" she was sure she didn't want to share that with anyone else, even if it was just a bunch of strangers they'd never see again.
So she helped Harry pick out a much more suitable pair of trunks because they did want to spend some time on the beach. They could have stayed anywhere if they were going to do nothing but stay sequestered in their room.
It was while strolling down one of the more crowded streets when they spotted someone picking the pocket of a man ahead of them. Harry quickly drew his wand and cast a sticking charm on the pickpocket who suddenly found he couldn't withdraw his hand from the intended victim's pocket.
Of course as he struggled to get free he was discovered and within moments the Gendarmes arrived and attempted to take him into custody. A crowd had begun to gather as the hapless pickpocket couldn't be freed from his mark's pants pocket and people were laughing and pointing at him.
Ginny and Harry started to work away from the crowd when Ginny looked at Harry, "Shouldn't you release him now, the victim shouldn't have to suffer because of the thief."
Harry smiled and nodded at her, "You're right of course," he said softly and making sure he was unobserved, he cast the counter charm.
Down the street the pickpocket's hand slipped free and he was taken away. The intended target was also allowed to go after the Gendarme gave him some tips on preventing him from becoming a target for other would be pickpockets.
Once they were away from the crowd Ginny pulled Harry to a stop. She smiled at him and said "You are amazing, you know that, right?"
When Harry just shrugged, she gave him a kiss, "First the purse snatcher and now this pickpocket, you really do have a "thing" about helping people, don't you?"
Harry looked at her sheepishly, "Maybe," he said softly.
"Harry, don't be ashamed. It's one of things that I find so wonderful about you. Willing to help people when you aren't even asked to. It's one of your most endearing qualities."
Harry smiled but looked uncomfortable with Ginny's praise. She just giggled and gave him another quick kiss, before taking his arm again and steering him back up the street.
They glanced at the clock and headed back toward where Al was waiting. They had just enough time for some "extracurricular activities", a nap and shower before dinner and they didn't want to waste the opportunity.
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Gabrielle sat chaffing all through dinner. She hadn't had the opportunity to write to Fleur when they got back to their Hotel before going to dinner and she was just dying to write to Fleur.
What really irritated her was that her mother loved to sit after dinner over coffee and dessert, lingering to chat with the mother of one of the other students from Beauxbatons that they happened to run into at the Wizarding Hotel they were staying at.
Madame Dubois was laughing at something her mother had said, and Gabrielle had a hard time not screaming. Madame Dubois had a high nasally laugh that made Gabrielle's teeth hurt.
Her son Claude wasn't any better. He was one of the more annoying boys at school, thinking that he was something special and some kind of suave debonair lady killer, when in fact almost universally the girls at thought he was nothing but an obnoxious, pompous idiot.
Gabrielle had to endure the whole meal with the pimply faced idiot drooling over her. She felt like was going to need to take a long shower when she got back to their room so she'd feel clean again. The boy made her skin crawl.
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It seemed like hours later that Gabrielle was back in her bedroom. She had taken a long hot shower to get rid of the creepy feeling she had from having to have dinner in the company of Claude Dubois. Even now thinking of it she shivered and got goosebumps.
She sat down at the desk and grabbed a piece of parchment.
Dear Fleur,
I am so excited to hear of your engagement to William Weasley. I remember him quite clearly from visiting Hogwarts for the Tournament. He is quite handsome and I think a perfect match for you. It doesn't hurt that he is a Curse-Breaker either.
Speaking of the Tournament, while in Nice today suffering through Maman's annual shopping trip, I was surprised to see someone I thought was one of the other champions, Harry Potter and your William's sister, Ginevra.
I tried to have Maman take a look but by the time she was able to get to the shop window all she saw was them from the back as they walked around the corner.
Though they seemed to look a bit older than I would have though, I am pretty sure it was them. Of course Maman says that it couldn't possibly been them but I know what I saw.
Well, Maman wants me to go to sleep so we can get an early start tomorrow, she still wants to stop in several more of her favourite shops before we leave for home tomorrow afternoon.
Till I see you again, my lovely sister.
Love,
Gabrielle.
She rolled up the parchment and sighed, her mother refused to send it from here in Nice, using a government postal owl, saying that they had a perfectly acceptable owl at home and one extra day wouldn't make any difference and they wouldn't have to pay the exorbitant international owl rates.
Gabrielle sighed and knew it wasn't an argument she was going to win no matter how much she begged, pleaded or pouted. Her mother wouldn't give in on something that would be a waste of Galleons.
She turned out the light and crawled into bed, her mind full of the memories of Harry saving her from the lake during the second task and is anyone would have been watching, they would have seen the smile on her face as she dreamed of Harry saving her like he had before but instead of letting her go to her sister, he swept her off her feet and whisked her away to a romantic hideaway.
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A/N: Humm, does anyone think that Gabrielle will be believed, and will her letter get to Fleur in time of the searchers to get to Nice before the Honeymoon is over, or will Harry and Ginny slip away once more?
Please review, if you have a mind to.