With Every Bit Of Sunshine, There Will Be A Bit Of Rain
AN: So I got a comment from the last chapter that basically said they didn't like this story or the storylines etc etc. All I can do is say sorry and hope it gets better. I have one storyline/drama I wanna write then I will be finishing this story. I believe this last piece will take 10 chapters but it may be longer. I want to write it right as this idea has been in my head for the last few days and I really needed to get it out. Enjoy!
Chapter 25:- Love Is Like An Energy, Rushing In, Rushing Inside Of Me
9th October 1998
Hogwarts in June was always beautiful. Spring was drawing to a close and the flowers were full in bloom for the Summer. Harry sighed as he flew his bag down on one of the sofa's the Gryffindor common room as he attempted to drown out the sound of his two best friend's arguing. They had just returned from potions and as usual, something one of them said had annoyed the other. The portrait hole opened and he looked up, seeing it was Ginny returning from her Charms exam. She looked at Ron and Hermione, fully into her argument and rolled her eyes before sitting next to Harry.
'How long have they have been arguing this time?' she asked, taking her blazer and tie off. It had been a long and warm day.
'This started half an hour ago. I have no idea what over. I have tried talking to them but I cannot get a word in edgeways' he replied, placing an arm around her. She gave him a smile.
'What I have learnt with them is to leave them to it. One of them will storm off in a second and Ron will come to Hermione with his tail between his legs, begging for forgiveness' she told him, going into her bag and took out her Defence Against The Dark Arts textbook as that was her exam the following day when he kissed her. She smiled as she pulled away.
'And what that was for?' she asked, raising an eyebrow.
'I realised I had not kissed you today and I thought what a great shame that was' he replied. She blushed a little before kissing him again.
'You know what, Ronald, go fuck yourself!' Hermione exclaimed, from the end of the room and stormed out of the room.
'Did those words seriously just come out of her mouth?' Harry asked, in shock.
'She has been around for you for too long' Ginny said to Ron, shaking her head, as he walked over to them.
'Or you' Ron replied, staring at her as he barged in-between Ginny and Harry on the sofa, sitting between them. She made a hissing noise as he did.
'Excuse me would have been nice!' she exclaimed, sighing.
'You fancy going for a walk, Ginny?' Harry asked, standing up. She nodded, standing up.
'Oh great, just leave me here then!' Ron proclaimed, crossing his arms.
'You are feeling sorry for yourself. Get a grip and go and say you are sorry' she sighed, raising an eyebrow.
'Why has it always got to be me? Why can't she say she is sorry for once?' he groaned, crossing his arms like a six year old.
'Because it is mainly always your fault' Harry replied, as he took his wand from the table and put it in his pocket before taking Ginny's hand.
'Fine, you two go but don't be long! No funny business' she rolled her eyes at her brother's comment.
'You ready, Harry?' he nodded but he could heard shouts of his name from elsewhere. They were getting louder….
'Harry, goddamn it, wake up!' his eyes shot open and saw Hermione. He groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He realised he was in the study at Number 12 and he had fallen asleep, with a glass of whiskey next to him and a map of the country in front of him. Ginny had now been missing for nearly a week.
'Great. Have you been drinking?' Hermione asked, holding up the glass.
'You said I needed to sleep! That is the only thing that makes me sleep' he replied, sighing.
'Harry, I told you to come and home sleep because you have barely slept in the past week not come home and drink yourself stupid' she told him, taking the bottle of whiskey from underneath the desk around.
'Oh, I'm sorry, Hermione, it's not like my girlfriend is missing, having been kidnapped by death eaters and I have no idea where to find her. Oh wait, that is what is happening' he proclaimed, standing up, stumbling as he did. She caught him as he nearly fell.
'We will find her, Harry, I promise you' she replied before producing a patronus to tell Ron where she was.
'You have been promising me for nearly a week and guess what? She is nowhere to found. I have failed her' her answer was a slap across his face.
'Did you just slap me?' he asked, in shock, holding his cheek.
'Yes because you are drunk and acting like an idiot. Now go and get a shower whilst I make you a strong coffee and something to eat and then we will go and get an update. Now, Harry, that is an order' she replied. He nodded, hugging her and whispered he was sorry. She smiled and nodded, returning the hug and he went to get a shower.
WEBOSTWBABOR
WEBOSTWBABOR
Ginny's throat felt like it was fire. The water she had been given was dirty and warm. Her stomach was in knots. She had not eaten properly... in what was it? Days? Weeks? She did not know. All she knew was that she was weak from the amount of times crucio had been performed on her. She felt close to death. She gasped as Lestrange walked into the cell. For the first time, she heard water crashing against rocks. It then hit her. She was in Azkaban. She knew the ministry had been struggling to gain control back.
'I could kill you. Easy. Simple. But what will that achieve? I have a better idea. Something that will make you and Potter suffer more. So much you'll be begging me for death' he told her, with an evil smile. She tried to scream but his hand was placed over her mouth as he muttered his spell.
WEBOSTWBABOR
WEBOSTWBABOR
A clumsy owl came crashing into The Burrow. Mrs Weasley squealed as she heard, surprised as it was 7pm at night. Who could be writing at this hour? She jumped up, walking over and picked up the letter it was holding. It had Harry's name on it.
'Harry! Kingsley' she called, worried. He had arrived not long before having returned from the ministry and was in the dining room with Kingsley. Both Kingsley and Harry arrived, sharing a look of concern.
'Mrs Weasley?' Harry asked, concerned. She did not say a word. She handed him the letter when Kingsley grabbed her arm, stopping her.
'Wait. That's Lestrange's writing' he said, shocked.
'What? How do you know' Harry asked, looking from the letter to Kingsley
'I went through his court papers the other day. Where he signed and printed his name. I know that handwriting anywhere' Kingsley replied, swallowing loudly. Harry quickly took the letter and opened it quickly. It simply said two words.
Azkaban Prison
Mrs Weasley gasped as Harry opened the remaining contents of the envelope. It was a lock of hair. Red hair. Ginny's hair. Blood boiled inside of him and he closed his eyes, as he felt himself crying.
'What are we waiting for? Let's go' he said, wiping away his tears.
'Wait, Harry, think about it. Why would he tell you this unless he wants you to go to Azkaban?' Mrs Weasley asked, grabbing his arm.
'I am not going to hang about and find out' he replied
WEBOSTWBABOR
WEBOSTWBABOR
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Kingsley and George arrived at the North Sea. They had not waited for back up. Harry had failed to make Hermione and George stay at home. There was no time to argue.
'There is the boat. Come on, there is a storm forecasted. We have to get Ginny and go' Kingsley said, pointing to the boat chained up. The other four nodded and headed towards the boat.
'Where are the dementors?' George asked, as they reached Azkaban.
'We sent them to desolate place. We could no longer trust them' Kingsley replied, as they all reached for their wands.
'It's quiet' Hermione commented, looking around.
'Too quiet' Ron added, looking at her and took her hand 'stay close to me'
She nodded and they reached the entrance of Azkaban; Yaxley and Lestrange nowhere to be seen.
'I think they have gone. But why would they leave her unless..'
'Don't you dare finish that sentence, Hermione. Just don't. Come on, we need to find her' Harry said, cutting across her and began scanning the building, calling Ginny's name. He found her on the first floor. He gasped in relief when he saw she was alive. He rushed to her, unlocked her chains and pulled her into a hug. She was quiet. She didn't say a word. She just pushed him away, with a confused look on her face.
'It's okay, I am here, love, I am going to get you out of here' he told her, resting his hand on her face.
'Sorry but do I know you?' she asked, confused, wearing a vague look.
'Ginny, don't be silly, it's me, Harry' he replied but she still looked confused.
'Harry, back up, let me in' Hermione said, having reached him. He nodded, confused and let her in.
'Hermione?' Ginny asked, hopeful.
'Yes, it's me, look at me' Ginny did as she was told and Hermione sighed.
'Are you sure you don't know who that is?' Hermione asked her, looking at Harry. Ginny shook her head and looked down.
'Hermione, what the hell is going on?' Harry asked, alarmed.
'It appears…'
'It appears what?' he demanded.
'Calm down, you are scaring her' Hermione said, looking at Ginny. He sighed, looking at Ginny too and had never seen such a confused and scared expression, especially to him.
'It appears they have performed an obliviate charm on her' Hermione said. Ginny shot up when she saw Ron and George walk in and ran into their arms.
'And they only took you away from her memory' she added, sighing. Harry looked at her, floored before sliding down the wall, his head in his hands.