A/N Thank you to everyone who has been following and favouriting, you are all literal stars! At the end of my last chapter I said that I was going to include more Harry/Ginny because they haven't really had any moments so yeah things get a bit steamy, there's also gonna be a lil bit of Ron/Hermione because even though J.K has openly said she didn't think they would work out, I totally believe they would've. So without further ado…
D – (From the point of view of Ginny Weasley)
She was running through the entrance hall her pulse loud in her ears, it couldn't be true, it just couldn't be true. She dashed through the open font doors just behind Hermione and Ron as they sprinted down towards the line of Death Eaters and then she noticed the body in Hagrid's arms, his wracking sobs confirming everything Voldemort had said. 'Harry Potter is dead'
"Harry! HARRY!" She screamed but the body didn't move and she broke down in tears, she tried to get to him but her father pulled her back. She struggled with him desperate to see if it was true but he held onto her tight
"Ginny, no." He whisper in her ear and she went limp, she felt numb and she suddenly had no desire to move or breathe or even live anymore.
Everything unfurled as it had done in real life but this time, at the end of Voldemort's speech Neville did not pull the sword from the hat, the centaurs and the reinforcements didn't come and Harry never got up. Instead Voldemort walked around killing everyone who would not join him and in the end Ginny was the only one left standing.
She came face to face with the snakelike man but one look at Harry's dead body inspired no desire to lift her wand and even attempt to stop him, instead she just felt empty, no thrill for being alive and when she declined the place in Voldemort's ranks her vision was filled with greenlight.
At that point Ginny would wake herself screaming.
Every night without fail she had the same nightmare at least twice a night and as such she hadn't slept properly in weeks. Ginny had asked Hermione to start cast a muffliato charm on the door so as to not wake the rest of the house and another around Ginny so she didn't disturb Hermione, although Hermione left most nights to go to Ron anyway.
Hermione had asked many times what it was that gave her such terrible nightmares but she refused to say and eventually Hermione let it drop, because it wasn't so much the dying that terrified Ginny, it wasn't even the incredibly vivid lifeless body of the man she was in love with, it was her sudden inability to care about or try to save the people that, in her dream world, Voldemort would ultimately go on to kill that kept Ginny awake every night.
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Ginny slumped back against the wall behind her bed, surrounded by bits of the belongings that had survived in her trunk. Unlike many others hers had been recovered from the sixth years girls dormitory at Hogwarts intact, most of her possession's had been fine but some of her books had been ruined and a pair of fur lined boots she had bought in her fifth year were no longer distinguishable.
Hermione was helping Ginny go through her things and fix the items that could be saved as Ginny couldn't legally use magic yet. Ginny was just rebinding a copy of Bewitch and Befuddle, a witch's guide to revenge with spellotape when Ron walked in.
"Has anybody seen Harry?" He asked, worry etched on his face.
"I think he went to Andromeda's again." Hermione said with a sigh. "He's spent more time with her since he got back than with us." Hermione looked close to tears and Ron sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't know what to do, I can't understand him and he refuses to tell me anything." Ron said to Hermione. "He wakes up in the morning, gets dressed goes over to Andromeda's and returns for dinner, of which he barely eats, before disappearing off for hours on end, when he is here he's reading but he always hides his books so I don't have a clue what he's studying. I haven't spoken to him properly in days, not that I haven't tried."
Ginny remained silent, Harry had been refusing to talk to her to and quite frankly she was getting more and more annoyed about it by the second. So yes they didn't have to date but he couldn't even look at her either? Was she that repulsive?
Ginny looked back down at her book, gripping it so tightly her knuckles were white before dropping it back to the bed and falling sideways so her head hit the pillow. The three of them sat, or in Ginny's case lay, in silence thinking their own thoughts before Ron muttered something to Hermione about promising to play Quidditch with her other brothers, kissing her cheek and trooping out.
Ginny looked at Hermione who was now smiling faintly as she went back to repairing Ginny's belongings.
"So how are things with you and Ron?" She asked, smirking when Hermione blushed.
"Good, great even. He's… I don't know how to explain it, he's easy to be with." She looked at Ginny's quizzical look before elaborating. "Like he knows when I'm upset, so he says the right things, we don't argue about stupid things anymore, he's promised to come to Australia with me to find my parents, and he's an excellent kisser…" Ginny grimaced. "… He's just been brilliant, I think I would've gone crazy without him over this past week if he hadn't been here."
"I'm really happy for you two, just please don't ever tell me anything about Ron or his kissing ability ever again."
Hermione laughed.
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Ginny looked up at Harry as he walked out the door of the Burrow, her plate of food suddenly much less appealing because again, like every meal time since he had returned to the Burrow, Harry had asked to be excused from dinner. He always finished much earlier than everyone else, mainly because he barely touched his food and slipped away before anyone could even ask him where he was going.
Harry's behaviour was definitely upsetting the happy atmosphere Ginny had so naively thought would be present after the war.
Since Harry's return, at close to three in the morning, he had been distant. He had spoken privately to her parents and must've explained some kind of plan for his malfunctioning magic for them to relate over to Kingsley as both her parents were more relaxed. Whatever idea Harry had come up with must've been good, but she knew her parents to well and despite their easier smiles she recognised the worry in their eyes.
Hermione and Ron only knew as much as she did and that was simply that Harry had a plan but judging by the way Harry had been acting around her she doubted she'd ever find out what it was.
He had refused to look at her, avoiding her at all possible costs in the day and never sitting next to her at any meal times. He hadn't spoken to her since the night of the beach. Ginny had hoped that even if Harry didn't want to be with her they could at least still be friends but it felt like he didn't even want to look at her.
Ginny wouldn't go as far to say Harry was miserable but it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine it. She knew what was going through his head as it was the same thing that always seemed to be going through his head. That he was dangerous and that everyone got close to died. In fairness there wasn't much evidence to support the contrary besides her family.
She could see it in his eyes whenever he was around, the blame and the guilt but every so often he seemed to realise that he was getting upset and his face would shift back into being emotionless. He thought he was going to lose control of his magic and hurt someone and she couldn't stand it.
"Mum, can I be excused too?" She asked. Molly looked up and nodded silently before looking back down at her plate, pushing a piece of broccoli around.
She stood and walked straight out of the front door of the Burrow, following after Harry, he was only a couple of meters away but he hadn't noticed that he was being followed. She trailed after him for about 10 minutes, through the wood, past the paddock they played Quidditch in and into a small clearing.
"You know…" She said leaning casually back against a tree trunk and trying to resist a smile when he jumped at the sound of her voice. "…For the saviour of the wizarding world you really are letting your guard slip.
He turned to look at her and she raised her eyebrows at him, motioning for a reply.
"Well when you've killed or helped to imprison most of the bad men and women in the world you tend to assume you can walk into some woods without being worried about attack."
"Tut tut tut, what would Moody say, 'Constant Vigilance!' Surely it should be the contrary." She teased him.
It had gotten to the point that Ginny was pretty sure any relationship she had with Harry was broken beyond repair so why not have a bit of fun with him? It beat having serious boring conversations with him, Ginny after all hated being serious with a passion, she probably had the closest personality to the twins.
The memory of Moody seemed to make him smile a little but then there was the flash of guilt in his eyes and he turned away.
"Why did you follow me Ginny?" He asked quietly and she realised he was in no mood for joking. Damn she thought.
"Because I wanted to scream at you for a bit." She answered truthfully. "Harry, your pushing us away, you won't speak to Ron or Hermione about whatever the hell is going on with your magic, you won't even look at me…"
"Oh and who's fault is that." He spat bitterly.
So not only did he not want to be with her but he was blaming their breakup on her? Oh boy was that not okay.
"You!" She shouted.
"Me! You were the one who said 'we were just a summer fling'"
"And you said that we were! That's what I was always worried you thought we were and then you confirmed it!"
"Well it sure didn't sound like it, it sounded like you cutting me off after having been the thought that literally kept me going for months on end!"
"No, it sounded like my heart shattering into millions of tiny pieces."
Ginny stopped abruptly as she realised what Harry was saying, he hadn't wanted to break up, he'd taken her to the beach in the hope that they'd get back together and she was the one who'd screwed things up. When she looked back up she met his eyes across the clearing and something in her mind seemed to click.
She strode forwards grabbing a fistful of Harry's robes and pushed him, none to carefully, back into the nearest tree her lips crashing down on his. He responded immediately his hands going from limp at his sides to on her cheek and neck, pulling her closer into him. Her hands were soon tangled in his black hair, messing it up even more than normal. The feel of finally kissing him how she had always wanted to kiss him was blissful.
She didn't know how long they were there locked up in their passionate embrace but she couldn't bring herself to care. She tried to convey how much she had missed him through the kiss and judging from his response she guessed the feeling was mutual.
His lips drifted from her mouth to her neck and she groaned, everything was soft and bright and perfect, why had she messed everything up? If she hadn't they could've been doing this days ago.
When they finally pulled apart his eyes were bright and he grinned for the first time since his return to the Burrow. She couldn't help the small glow of pride at knowing that she did that.
"Well definitely stop not being my boyfriend." She murmured.
"Definitely." He agreed, Harry suddenly paled, "What about your brothers though? What about Ron?! How the hell am I going to explain that?"
Ginny glared at a tree.
"Stupid overprotective brothers." She muttered under her breath, and then more loudly. "Harry, it's my life, if they don't like it they can go suck an egg."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at her defiant look.
"I'm good with that, but can I hide behind you?"
"Killed one of the most evil wizards of all time my arse."
"Hey! I can do evil overlords, protective brothers aren't my strong suite."
There was a pause as Ginny tried to think of a way to tell her brothers about Harry without them having a massive freak out over it.
"Maybe if we kept it a secret and then just wait for the first brother to find out…" She trailed off but she figured Harry got the picture.
"Sounds good to me." He murmured before kissing her again. It was a little while longer before they broke apart that time.
"Hey Harry?"
"Mmm." He murmured, his lips had once and drifted to her neck and she worried that he has going to give her a hickey before she realised that she didn't care.
"Can we go back to that beach?" She asked. He pulled away looking at her before shrugging and turned them both on the spot.
When they landed this time she stayed on her feet but she fell back deliberately pulling Harry back down on top of her. Again they spent however long locked in their embrace neither of them fussed about stopping until Ginny realised she had so many questions to ask him.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
She sat up and so did he and she leant into the crook of his shoulder.
"What been going on with your magic."
"Hermione explained it."
"Yes but what happened after that? What's been going on for the past week since then? None of us have seen you, Ron and Hermione are climbing the walls with anxiety, mum and dad are fretting, everyone's down. Please Harry you can tell me. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me too."
"I know." He murmured, she looked around, he was staring at the waves rolling in and out, he had sand in his hair and his glasses were askew, she reached behind her too put them straight and he began to explain. He told her about Dumbledore, his lessons of which he had had two. He told her about seeing Andromeda and Teddy. He explained everything but Ginny still had the vague feeling he wasn't telling her everything.
Ginny listened, noting that this seemed to have become the place in which he explained everything.
"I know you don't want to hear this Harry but I really do think you should tell Ron and Hermione, they're so worried about you and there hurt that you're not telling them anything."
"I know, and I will, I promise."
"Thank you." She said and he leaned down and kissed her cheek, both of them staring out towards the sea. "So what have you been doing with Dumbledore then?"
"Complex magic, the more so the better, it drains me and gives me a better control over the small stuff at the same time making it less likely for me to hurt anyone." He explained.
"Anything you can show me?" She asked.
He looked around before settling on the sea, a look of concentration came over his face and suddenly some of the water jumped into the air, flowing backwards and forwards making different shapes. Ginny sat with her mouth open and when the water finally fell back to the sea Harry chuckled at the look on her face.
"You're even more powerful than Dumbledore!"
"Nah, you just never saw him really angry." He joked. She gave him a look. "Fine, yes, but to be honest it's not a good thing if I can't get control of it."
"Yes but you will, with Dumbledore as your teacher what can't you learn?" She reassured him, patting his cheek. "So now you have all this new power you can do the small stuff wandless?"
"I don't think I really need a wand at all, the magic just seems to flow out of me, although I prefer using my wand." He answered.
"Perfect." She said, that meant they could o swimming and he could dry them off later, she dragged him to his feet, pulling him down the beach and pushing him straight into the waves, diving in after him.
They laughed and played in the waves in the bright sun, before Harry reminded her that they'd been gone over two hours and they needed to get back before the occupants of The Burrow got worried about them.
They left the waves and dried themselves off, curtsey of Harry, before turning on the spot and appearing back in the yard in front of the burrow, only in much higher spirits than the last time they had both apparated to this spot together.
A/N Told you I'd put more Harry/Ginny in for you, well it doesn't get much more steamy than that. Again thank you to everyone for the lovely comments they really do keep me going. Please tell me what your views are on this because good or bad I wanna hear, seriously, if you think this is the shittest fanfiction you've ever read and you want me to burn every single copy I have of it, I want to know, I'm fairly self-destructive like that.
If you have any questions all you have to do is ask.
Carrie