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Saving the Saviour

Chapter 28: Training in Earnest

After lunch, which neither Harry nor Ginny ate as much as usual, much to Dibley's displeasure, the couple went and sat back down on the couch, cuddling together.

They hadn't been sitting there long when the door to Madam Pomfrey's office opened, admitting her.

She smiled and stepped out of the way, showing she wasn't alone. There standing in the doorway was Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had a grin on his face.

"Hi, you two," the large black man said cordially as he stepped into the room. "Ready to head out so we can begin your training?"

Harry looked surprised, his eyes looking at Madam Pomfrey questioningly. As far as he knew he wasn't supposed to be seen outside of his quarters here in the hospital wing.

Kingsley saw his puzzled look and smiled as he shook his head. "I was led to understand you have a very special cloak," he said with a laugh.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes as he smacked himself on the forehead. "Can't . . . believe . . . forgot," he said slowly.

This, of course, made Ginny giggle. "I'm not really surprised, you've had a lot on your mind lately," she said impishly.

Harry's eyes narrowed as they shifted and looked at her. It was only the fact that his lips were curled up in a small grin that let Ginny know that he wasn't really upset with her.

He then went into his bedroom and retrieved the cloak. As he came back out he saw Kingsley look at it with interest.

"May I?" he asked Harry, holding out his hand.

Harry just shrugged and handed the man the cloak, watching him closely.

Kingsley took the cloak and ran his hand over the material and inspected it closely. He finally shook his head and whistled lowly. "Wow. I've never seen a cloak like this before and I'd thought that I'd seen just about every kind of invisibility cloak there is," he said contemplatively.

"Where did you get it, if you don't mind telling me?" he asked as he handed the cloak back to Harry.

Harry glanced at Ginny, quickly asking her, "Ginny, can you tell him. There's no way I'll be able to talk that much and I'd rather not write it down either."

"Sure, Harry," she replied through their connection as she turned toward the Auror.

"Harry received it his first year for Christmas with a note saying it had belonged to his father. Sirius later told him that his father had it the whole time he was here at school," Ginny explained.

Kingsley looked at her in surprise and when Harry saw his look, he asked "Why?"

The Auror gave him a small shrug. "I've never heard of a cloak lasting that long. The longest I've heard is about five, six years. After that the spells and material start to break down, rendering them useless," he replied thoughtfully.

Ginny glanced at Harry, who gave her a small nod.

"Sirius indicated that Harry's father told him it was a family heirloom," she told him.

That information shocked the Auror further and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, I don't know what to say other than wherever it came from you certainly have a very special cloak," he replied.

He then smiled at Harry. "If you'll put on your marvellous cloak, I'll take us to the room that Professor McGonagall has set aside for you to train in."

As Harry slipped on the cloak and disappeared, the Auror shook his head and muttered "Amazing."

He led them out the back entrance into the hallway they had used when they had arrived at the school and into a classroom a short way down the corridor.

When they entered it was obvious that the room hadn't been used in a long time. The few desks present were pushed against one of the walls and were quite dusty. Even the windows were coated in a thin layer of dirt and everything had an air of long disuse about them.

Kingsley pulled his wand and set numerous wards on the door before he turned and said "You can take off your cloak now," to Harry.

When Harry did so, he gave the man a questioning look.

Kingsley gave him a puzzled look for a moment but then understanding filled him. "I guess you're wondering why I had you wear your cloak even when we we're in a corridor where people don't usually go and it's such a short distance to travel" he said with a knowing smile.

"Well as Moody always says, 'Constant Vigilance!'. We can't take the risk of you being seen, no matter how unlikely it is that someone will be there. Even if it isn't one of the students or faculty, Peeves or one of the ghosts might see you and let it slip and we can't chance that," the Auror explained.

Harry nodded in understanding but glanced at Ginny. "I wonder why they're not worried about you being seen?" he asked her. "Yeah, I know that you're here officially but won't people wonder what you're doing here if you're seen?"

Ginny nodded in agreement. "Auror Shacklebolt, won't people wonder what I'm doing here with you? I mean seeing me in an unused corridor with an Auror is bound to raise questions, isn't it?" she asked thoughtfully.

"First off, it's Kingsley," he replied with a smile. "And I guess you're right. We'll have to come up with something to explain it or find a way to hide you while we're traversing the hall," he replied with a small frown.

Ginny giggled lightly. "I could always hide with Harry under his cloak," she said mischievously, eyeing Harry with a grin.

Kingsley laughed deeply. "I guess that will work, as long as Harry doesn't mind," he said, his tone indicating that he was fairly certain that Harry wouldn't mind at all.

Harry nodded, perhaps a bit too vigorously, causing Kingsley to laugh again.

"All right, with that settled, lets see where you two are," he said, drawing his wand.

Harry had barely a moment to draw his wand before the Auror began casting low level spells at him.

Kingsley was surprised at how quickly Harry got his shield up but that didn't deter him and he kept up casting spells at an ever increasing rate.

Harry blocked or dodged everything thrown at him fairly easily and he wondered if he was allowed to attack back. Deciding he hadn't been told not to, he began to fire low level hexes back at the Auror.

Kingsley smiled as he deftly blocked Harry's spells. "Good, I was wondering if you'd try firing spells back on your own," he said happily as he pick up the speed in which he was casting his spells.

Harry couldn't help but grin, he was having a great time exchanging spells with the Auror. Unfortunately his weakened state began to show as he began to tire and a couple of stinging hexes made it through his defences.

Kingsley stopped, motioning for Harry to quit too. "Well done. I suspect your stamina has been affected by your injury and hospital stay," he said approvingly.

Harry was bent over with his hands resting on his knees and panting heavily but managed to croak out, "Yeah."

Kingsley produced a number of bottles of water from inside his cloak and Harry quickly grabbed one. He guzzled about half of the bottle straight down and sighed out in relief.

The Auror then turned to Ginny. "Let's see how you do," he said with a smile.

Ginny felt her heart begin to race but she took a deep breath to steady herself. "You can do this," she reassured herself.

A moment later Kingsley began to fire hexes at her, treating her exactly the same as he had Harry. Ginny had been worried that Kingsley would treat her differently because she was a girl and a year younger than Harry and was happy to find out that worry had been unfounded.

Though not quite as agile as Harry, she managed to dodge several spells before having to resort to casting a shield. Then she remembered Harry counter attacking and began to fire off spells of her own.

Harry watched Ginny duelling with Kingsley and he couldn't help but be impressed with how she was doing. It made him really proud of her and all she had done to study while she was with him over the summer.

Kingsley couldn't believe how well Ginny was doing, almost as well as Harry had and she ended up lasting longer than he had.

The Auror finally called a halt after a couple of stinging hexes got through and hit Ginny.

"Well done," he said with a broad smile.

Ginny was panting just as hard as Harry had been and she grabbed a bottle of water too, though she didn't guzzle near as much as Harry had and after taking a couple of big swallows, she ended up just sipping from the bottle.

Harry noticed the state Ginny was in and felt like smacking himself up side his head. He quickly conjured two towels and handed on to Ginny.

Ginny smiled brilliantly at him as she took the towel and mopped her sweaty face and neck. "Thank you," she said gratefully, giving him a smile.

Kingsley noticed how easily Harry had soundlessly conjured the towels but didn't say anything. He just filed that bit of information away in his mind to add to everything else he was learning about the boy.

The Auror also grabbed a bottle of water and took a couple of long sips. "You both did really well," he said with a satisfied nod.

He chuckled when he saw Harry frown, looking quite displeased. "Harry, don't get down on yourself. You did fantastic considering your recent injury. It's to be expected that your stamina has suffered because of that," he said reassuringly.

Harry nodded his head but still didn't look happy about the situation. That was until Ginny backhanded lightly him on his shoulder and gave him a stern look.

Kingsley had a hard time not laughing as Harry gave her an apologetic look and lowly said "Sorry."

Ginny eyed him for a moment before she gave him a nod of her head and then smiled at him. She held his gaze for several moments with him staring back.

To Kingsley it almost appeared they were having some sort of non-verbal conversation

He cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. "I or someone else will be here three times a week, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays to continue with your training," he informed them. "Figure about an hour during the week and twice that on Saturdays."

"I'll have to speak to Minerva," he said more to himself. When he saw them looking at him questioningly, he gave a small apologetic grin. "Sorry, I was kind of thinking out loud. We need to find some place for you to start running to build up your stamina, and I mean both of you," he said when he saw Harry's dark look.

"While Ginny is in better shape than you right now, Harry, she can be in a lot better shape than she is right now," he explained. Then he glanced at Ginny, "No offence," he said with a smirk.

"None taken," she replied with a small smile.

"I'll also see about getting you both some workout clothing. Besides running, I'm going to try to figure out some way to have both of you do some exercising and weight training," he explained with a somewhat predatory look.

"You'll both need to be in top shape. The Death Eaters rarely fight when the odds are even or against them. You'll need to be fast and have the stamina to fight for a long time against multiple opponents," he said with a serious look.

"Don't worry," he said with a chuckle when he saw the looks they were giving him. "It won't all be so onerous. I think you'll find a lot of what we have planned quite fun, though it will be hard work. You both appear to be fairly competitive and we'll try to use that in your training."

What he was hoping was that having Ginny there would help to push Harry to try harder than he might have done if he was by himself. While some might fault him for using Ginny in such a manner, he knew he needed to use every resource available to train Harry if he had any hope at all of defeating Riddle.

He laughed fully when Harry and Ginny gave him dubious looks.

"All right, lets call it a day. Harry looks fagged and I don't want to push him too hard too soon," he said warmly.

Harry actually sighed in relief. He was really knackered and could use the rest. It was one of those things that he didn't like but accepted, knowing that eventually things would improve.

Ginny was also secretly pleased. She had been watching Harry with concern, feeling just how tired he really was. She would have hated to have to intervene but would have if necessary. She knew that if he had exhausted himself it could have slowed down his healing.

She went over to Harry and wrapped an arm around his waist, helping him toward the door.

She felt him tense and for a moment thought he was going to protest.

"Thanks, Ginny," she heard him say. "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm grateful for the help. I really am knackered."

"That's what I'm here for," she replied with a grin. "Someone has to keep an eye on you or you'd run yourself into the ground."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew she was right. He hated feeling so weak and without having someone keep watch over him, he probably would over do things.

Ginny grabbed Harry's cloak and threw it over them before Kingsley led them back to Harry's quarters.

Once back inside, Harry looked at Ginny. "Ask Kingsley how he got into the Castle," he said to her.

When she looked at him questioningly, he shrugged. "Just curious," he replied.

"Kingsley, can you tell us how you got into the Castle?" she asked.

The Auror gave her a pained look. "I'm not sure I'm allowed to tell," he replied apologetically. "Minerva indicated it was a secret and I'll need to get her permission to tell you."

"Okay. We were just curious," Ginny said with a shrug.

Kingsley gave her a thin smile before he left.

Ginny led Harry over to the couch and helped him sit down, earning her a smile.

"Why don't you get the Charms book and we can read for a while," Harry said tiredly.

"Okay," Ginny replied, giving him a close look. She went into the Library and got the book but when she returned, she found Harry had fallen asleep.

She smiled lovingly at him. She set the book down and gently lifted his feet and legs till he was laying on the couch. She covered him with the duvet that was folded on the back of the couch before she lifted his head and set it in her lap after she sat down.

She was surprised when he didn't wake and figured he must have been really tired. She began to softly run her fingers through his hair and before she knew it, her eyes drifted shut as she fell asleep too.

Harry and Ginny

Poppy Pomfrey sat in her office trying hard to control her anger. What she had seen when Ginny had cast her diagnostic spell had her blood boiling. She couldn't believe all that Harry had suffered through as a young child.

To her, it was criminal and the fact that the so called 'Great' Albus Dumbledore had a hand in what the poor boy had to endure, just made her all that much more angry.

Slowly a devilish grin spread across her face as she plotted what she'd do to make the man pay. Snape wasn't the only one who knew their way around a cauldron and she planned on making Dumbledore's life a living hell.

She briefly considered having Minerva help but decided that the Transfiguration Professor would enjoy watching what happened to the Headmaster as things unfolded without any foreknowledge. If asked, she could truthfully say she didn't know a thing.

Smiling, she headed for her potion's lab, knowing that there were several trusted house elves that would be more than willing to help her carry out her plans. Her only dilemma at the moment was what she would do first.

Harry and Ginny

Ginny awoke slowly and as full awareness returned, she realized someone was standing in front of her. Opening her eyes she saw Dibley looking at her shyly.

"I's sorry to disturb you's but Dibley has dinner ready," the small elf said softly.

"It's fine," Ginny whispered, glancing down at Harry who was still asleep. "We'll be right there."

Dibley gave her a soft smile before curtsying and scurried off.

Ginny tenderly ran her hand through Harry's hair. "Time to wake up," she said softly.

She couldn't help but smile as she watched him stir, smacking his lips as his eyes fluttered open.

He smiled shyly at her as his eyes found hers. "Sorry," he said softly.

"Whatever for?" she asked.

"For falling asleep," he replied. "We were going to study."

Ginny rolled her eyes at him. "You obviously needed it and for your information, I fell asleep too." she replied, giving him a smile.

"What time is it?" Harry asked, looking around bewilderedly.

"It's dinner time," Ginny replied.

"Oh," he replied, sitting up and shucking off the duvet, surprised he had slept for so long.

Ginny rose and offered her hand to him, helping him up off the couch. "Come on, I'm hungry," she said playfully, her eyes dancing with merriment.

Harry stood, thinking about making a comment about her being a Weasley and eating but decided that probably wasn't a good idea.

Hand in hand they made their way over to the table, where Harry held her chair for her as she sat down before sitting down himself.

Ginny smiled at him, loving how attentive he could be.

"Aren't you worried about not appearing in the Great Hall for dinner?" Harry asked with a small frown.

Ginny rolled her eyes and gave him a shrug. "I couldn't care less," she replied. "If anyone asks I'll just tell them I was studying with Poppy and grabbed something from the kitchens."

Harry wisely decided to drop the subject. If Ginny didn't have a problem with staying and eating dinner with him, he wasn't going to complain.

The couple had an enjoyable dinner together, taking their time and chatting, laughing and lightly teasing one another. Ginny couldn't help but think that it was just like she had imagined being married was like, well at least before they had children.

She noticed Harry looking at her contemplatively. "What?" she asked, wondering what he was thinking.

Harry gave a little shrug. "I was just wondering what you were thinking about," he replied, appearing slightly embarrassed.

Ginny's cheeks coloured slightly, not wanting to tell Harry that she had been thinking about them being married. Though she couldn't see herself every marrying anyone else, she didn't want to appear that she was pushing things or taking it for granted.

"Nothing important," she replied lightly, hoping that he wouldn't press things.

"Oh, okay," Harry said, though Ginny didn't think he believed her.

"Why did you ask? If you don't mind telling me," Ginny asked, curious because of the way he was acting.

"You just had this look on your face, one of happiness and total contentment," Harry replied sheepishly.

"Oh!" she said in surprise. Then a smile crept onto her face as she thought about it. She had felt exceedingly happy and content at the thought of them being married.

She realized that she hadn't been aware that she was letting her emotions show so plainly. But that didn't mean she was going to change her mind about telling Harry what she had been thinking about, at least not yet.

After sharing several puddings, that they ate way too much of, they headed back over to the couch and did read the next chapter in the Charms text.

Though it was still well before curfew, Ginny decided that she'd better head back to the Gryffindor common room and put in an appearance.

After a short but intense kiss, that ended way sooner than either one liked, Ginny left.

Harry was sorry to see her go and it was only the knowledge that she'd be back later kept him from missing her too much. He went and grabbed one of his Magical Combat books to read, hoping it would keep him distracted until Ginny returned but in reality, he didn't get much reading done.

Ginny sighed as she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, hoping she wasn't going to undergo an interrogation when she showed her face.

Taking a deep calming breath, she gave the password and entered. She smiled in relief when she spotted Hermione ensconced at one of the work tables at the back of the common room. The bushy-haired girl had her head buried in a book and was oblivious to everything that was going on around her.

Ginny said hello to a couple of her year-mates as she made her way over to the stairs to the girl's dorms. She did notice Ron scowling at her as she climbed the stairs but he didn't say anything so she just ignored him, like usual.

Ginny was surprised to see her room-mate, Elena crawling into bed when she entered the dorm. The girl gave her a weak smile and a small wave, looking like she was coming down with a cold or something.

"Do you need anything?" she asked the girl with a sympathetic smile.

"No, that's all right. If I'm not feeling better in the morning, I'll go see Pomfrey for a potion," Elena said tiredly. "Hopefully a good nights sleep will do the trick," she added as she laid down and pulled her curtains shut.

Ginny retrieved her night clothes and headed into the loo to clean up and get changed. Returning to the dorm she glanced at the clock and saw she had a couple of hours to kill before she could expect Fawkes to show up.

She toyed with the idea of reading the text on healing the Madam Pomfrey had given her but then grabbed the muggle romance novel she had started instead.

She curled up in the chair by the window and began to read. The current novel she was reading was titled Rebecca Stone and the Haunted Lighthouse.

Ginny wasn't sure about poor Rebecca, the girl seemed to get into more trouble than Harry did, if the number of novels she was featured in was any indication.

She also seemed to have a hard time keeping all her clothes intact and she was sure her Mum would consider Rebecca a scarlet woman as she had a different love interest in every book. While the stories were filled with heaving bosoms and palpitating hearts, they weren't graphic in there descriptions of her liaisons, not that it mattered to Ginny.

One of the things that drew Ginny to the Rebecca Stone stories was the woman was described as a beautiful redhead and her paramour was a dark handsome man. She liked to imagine herself as Rebecca and Harry as her love interest, the one who always seemed to show up just in a nick of time to save poor Rebecca from some horrible fate.

That wasn't to say that Ginny identified fully with the woman. She couldn't count all the times she had snuck in somewhere and gotten caught. Merlin, it seemed the woman didn't learn a single bloody thing during her numerous adventures.

Plus Ginny didn't picture herself as helpless as Rebecca seemed most of the time. No, after her disastrous first year, she had sworn never to be that helpless victim again. Though she did like the idea of Harry being the one who had saved her then and would always be there for her in the future. That was why she always envisioned it was them at the end of the story, with her ending up in Harry's arms.

She read until she heard people on the stairs heading up to bed. She climbed into her own bed and shut the curtains tightly. She had only been laying there for a minute or two when she heard a couple of people enter the room.

One she was sure was one of her dorm-mates, Julie Parkes. The second she couldn't identify right away and it wasn't until she heard "Ginny, are you awake," softly whispered, that she identified the person as Hermione.

Ginny had to clamp down hard on her anger, not wanting to give away the fact that she was still awake.

Hermione called out softly once more before giving up and leaving the dorm. Only then did Ginny relax and breath easy, figuring she had delayed the inevitable interrogation that she'd be subject too.

Over the next half hour her other dorm-mates came up, got ready for bed and fell asleep.

Ginny laid there quietly, waiting for Fawkes to arrive. Laying there in the darkened room, it seemed to her that Fawkes was never going to arrive. What seemed like an hour to Ginny was in actuality only ten minutes.

Just when she was beginning to worry that Fawkes wasn't going to show, she was startled by the Phoenix arriving in a brilliant flash of fire. He trilled softly with amusement but he reassured the redhead that he would be there each and every night once all her dorm-mates were asleep to take her to Harry.

"Thank you, Fawkes," Ginny whispered in relief. "I'm sorry if I'm being a bother."

Fawkes trilled his reply, letting her know he understood. He then wiggled his tail feathers, encouraging her to grab hold and once she did, he flamed her away, depositing her in Harry's bedroom, just like the previous night.

Harry was awake and like Ginny, he was wondering when and if Ginny was going to show. He gasped in surprise when Fawkes appeared with her in tow.

Fawkes trilled his amusement at him, just as he had done with Ginny and after letting them know he'd be back in the morning, he flashed away, his laughter echoing in their minds.

Ginny crawled into bed but instead of snuggling down into Harry like the previous night, she grabbed his head and began to snog the daylights out of him.

Harry was taken totally by surprise but after a brief moment he began to kiss her back just as fervently. He didn't know what had brought it on but he wasn't going to complain.

It was several minutes later when he was taken by surprise again when he felt Ginny's hand work its way under the bottom of his shirt and begin to explore his chest.

"Ginny! What are you doing?" he asked in a near panic.

Ginny giggled but continued to kiss him while her hand kept wandering around his torso. "I'm doing what Lily said we needed to do," she replied smugly.

Harry began to relax. He couldn't deny what she was doing didn't feel bloody brilliant. Her hand was so soft and warm and it was doing amazing things that made his skin tingle and heat up.

Ginny smiled as she felt Harry relax, now all she had to do was convince him to do the same thing to her.

"Harry," she said huskily, "You know, you can do the same to me."

She felt Harry jerk and lay still and for a moment she thought she might have pushed him too far to fast.

Then, slowly, Harry's hands began to copy her movements.

Ginny tensed for a moment when she felt him tugging her nightgown up and she cursed herself for forgetting to put on a separate top and bottoms. It wasn't until he had lifted it up to her waist and gently moved his hands onto her hips before working them underneath the cloth, ignoring her centre, that she relaxed.

That was until his hands reached their target but her tense reaction was for a totally different reason. As Harry's hands found her breasts, she was overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling.

She moaned into his mouth, refusing to stop kissing him, or maybe it was just that her brain had quit functioning and just carried on with what it had been doing.

To Ginny it was indescribable what he was doing to her and what she was feeling. Fantastic sensations exploded from where his hands were touching her and spreading throughout her body, sending her to places she had never dreamed existed.

A tiny part of her brain compared what she had been reading in the romance novel with what she was experiencing but in reality there was no comparison. It was like trying to compare the childish scrawling of a two year old with crayons to a Grand Master painting one of their masterpieces.

Neither were really aware how long they explored one another but slowly their ardour died back and Ginny silently thanked whomever that Harry hadn't let his hands stray down her body as she wasn't sure she would have stopped him if he had.

Harry was laying there in a daze. On one hand he couldn't believe what he had just gotten to do but on the other hand, even though he knew his Mum had said that they needed to become more intimate, he couldn't believe what had happened.

He felt Ginny snuggling close but something seemed subtly different than what she had done the previous night.

"Ginny?" he asked tentatively.

"Shush Harry, I'm busy," she replied.

At first her answer confused him but then as he lay there he became aware of her magic worming its way into his brain. Far from being startled or fearful, he welcomed the warm, loving feeling.

Harry found it weird trying to describe what he was experiencing. Though it was mainly a feeling, there was also some type of images that he could, for lack of a better term, see. Though the closest he could describe it was it seemed like he was watching the telly but from the inside out. He knew it didn't make any sense but it was the best his brain could come up with.

As time slipped by he could feel Ginny tiring and he began to worry.

"Ginny?" he tried again.

"Harry, shush!" she sent sharply, clearly annoyed.

He bit back a reply, realizing she was doing something important but as more time slipped by and he felt her tiring more and more, he became quite concerned.

"Ginny, you need to stop," he sent trying to flood their connection with what he was feeling.

"Harry Not Now!" she sent forcefully, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't to be interrupted.

As more time went by Harry got to the point where he had decided that he was going to stop her no matter what she wanted. He was about to say something when suddenly he felt something happen in his brain at the site of his injury.

It didn't really hurt per se, but it wasn't exactly a good feeling either. He just knew that there was something happening and for a moment it overwhelmed him. It was a combination of sights, sounds, sensations and even tastes that exploded inside his brain.

He sat up like he'd been shot out of a cannon, shouting "What the Hell!", then in an instant, everything was calm again.

He looked down at Ginny who had been flung off his chest and was laying sprawled across the other side of the bed, looking exhausted.

"What did you do?" he asked without thinking about it.

Ginny smiled tiredly. "Do you know you just spoke out loud?" she sent smugly.

"I did?" he asked in surprise.

"You did," she replied as she shakily reached over and grabbed his arm. "Lay down. I want to snuggle into you and go asleep, I'm exhausted," she sent softly.

Harry could feel just how far she had pushed herself and he was concerned for her.

He finally did lay down and gathered her into his side, kissing her on the top of her head.

"I'll be fine. If need be, I'll get a dose of Pepper Up from Poppy in the morning," she sent sleepily. In fact before Harry could say anything else, she fell asleep, though Harry could feel how contented and happy she was.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he cuddled her a little closer and shut his eyes. As he was falling asleep, he vowed to let her know just how unhappy he was about her pushing herself too far. Though he did wonder if it would have any effect. And with that thought, he fell asleep.

Harry and Ginny

A/N: So Harry and Ginny have started some more serious training with Kingsley, though Harry is down on himself because of how weak he feels. It will fall to Ginny to keep him from doing anything stupid.

Ginny also finished healing Harry's brain injury, though she pushed herself close to exhaustion. Hope that doesn't come back to bite her in the arse.

As always, I appreciate your reviews.