Master Hellion was sat at his desk shuffling through a few reports from the day. It seemed that productivity had spiked since Mr Potters arrival. He would have liked to think that it was just a bit of motivational inspiration, but he knew better. Mr Potters power had more than tripled since he had last laid eyes on him, but not only that, it was no longer buried deep it was so close to the surface he knew it could spill forwards without too much provocation.
Even now he could still feel the echo of his power in the air around him. Smiling slightly at the thought of what Harry could get up to, how he could shape the world for the better. He turned back to his reports just as he felt the first shiver of power ripple through the building. He looked up as the door opened and one of the secretaries burst in.
"Sir," she called panic clear in her voice.
"I felt it," he said coming out from behind the desk as he felt another shockwave.
"This is impossible," she whispered.
It was true, their wards were so iron clad that they didn't allow anything to pass without their permission. They certainly didn't allow power seepage and he could feel that some of the power was coming from inside the building and the rest was coming from a source outside.
It was just as he lifted his wand to cast a sensing spell that the full brunt of the power hit the building. A blinding light enveloped them all and he was sure that he heard Potter scream out. It was then that he knew, knew that it was indeed Mr Potter raising the most power he had ever felt in his substantially long life.
Harry woke on the bed in his room, but he felt as if he had been split in two. He could feel himself on the bed, feel the comforter and pillows beneath him, but he could also feel hard stone under his fingertips. He pressed his hand against his cheek and it felt cold even though the rest of him was so hot he wanted to rip his clothes off. He knew that the cold was another split symptom it wasn't him that was feeling the cold.
As the fog cleared from his mind he realised that he could feel another heartbeat so close to his own it was almost like an echo in his chest. He knew without a shadow of a doubt what he was feeling and he flung himself off the bed and ran for the door. Flinging it open he ran, ran faster than he ever had before. He heard sirens when he hit the main corridor, sirens informing everyone that the wards had been forcibly breeched. He didn't care, he knew where the breech was he could feel her, could feel her pulling him like there was a string tide to his stomach pulling him.
He ran, not caring about the people he passed who called out to him, he was sure he knocked into more than one person but he couldn't bring himself to care. She was calling out to him and he had to get to her now.
As he rounded a corner he reached the main entranceway to find people crowded around where he needed to go. He could feel his anger settling in, feel the power building and he couldn't take it, but before he could do anything he felt a shockwave burst from him, and people were forcibly pushed out of the way.
The crowd parted with lots of murmurs and yells but as far as he could tell no one was hurt. He ran forward seeing a small form huddled on the floor. He skidded to a halt dropping to his knees. Curled in a ball in front of him, her face turned away, was Ginny. For a second he froze, worried when he couldn't see her breathing, but that dropped away and he grabbed her gathering into her arms.
Her eyes cracked open and a smile twitched across her lips, "I knew I'd find you," she murmured and slipped back into unconsciousness.
He sat there with her cradled in his arms; her face buried against his chest and rocked her.
He wasn't sure how she had gotten there, how she had managed to break through wards that were so ancient most people wouldn't even know what they were coming up against, all he cared about was that she was in his arms. He knew then that the dream had been true and their coming together was what had given her the power to break through and find him. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that wherever he went now she would follow.
Suddenly he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder and he looked up to see Amelia looking down at him a passive smile on her lips.
"Why don't we take her somewhere we can check her over hay," she said her voice full of compassion.
He turned and looked down at her face and knew he had to make sure she was safe. He wouldn't allow anyone to take her from him climbing to his feet with her firmly held in his arms. When he was stood he realised that the hall had been emptied and he was thankful of that, he had spent much too much of his life being gawked at and he didn't need another crowd doing it.
Amelia led him down corridors he hadn't seen before but he didn't question it, instead he followed her without thinking. Every now and then he looked down at Ginny's face to make sure she was still peaceful, and was grateful to see she was still out.
Her face had relaxed as soon as he had touched her and now there was a small smile that let him know she knew he was with her.
"In here Harry," Amelia said holding a door open for him to walk through.
He ducked inside to find a beautiful room spread before them. Carefully he placed her down on the bed, brushing lose strands of hair away from her face. He pulled a blanket up around her shoulder sensing that she was cold, and settled on the bed next to her, his back up against the head board.
"I don't mean to intrude Harry, but how did she get here?" Amelia asked looking down at the woman tucked protectively against his body.
She seemed so small curled against Harry's body a shock of red hair all she could see under his protective arm. Amelia couldn't believe that this small thing had raised some of the most powerful magic that any of them had ever felt. It didn't seem that her tiny body could hold that much power.
"Truthfully," he looked down at Ginny stroking his fingers over her cheek, "I don't know. All I know is that we needed each other and I wouldn't leave, so she came to me."
Amelia watched Harry as he stroked his hands along Ginny and could see nothing but pure raw love on his face.
"Alright Harry, I'll leave you to rest, I can see you dropping."
And he was, he was fighting hard to keep his eyes open, a wave of tiredness sweeping through his body. Now that he knew Ginny was safe he could rest, so as Amelia slipped out of the room closing the door behind her he slipped down into the covers next to Ginny.
Gathering Ginny in his arms he pulled her to him and she buried her face into his shoulder her fingers tangling into his shirt clutching him to her. He leaned in close and kissed her on the forehead before allowing his head to slip back onto the pillows. As he felt his eyelids drooping he felt Ginny clutch at his chest. He clasped his hand around hers enveloping her smaller fingers in his and she relaxed. With a smile playing on his lips he let sleep pull him under.