A/N to all of my wonderful fans I thought I'd treat you with a long chapter. I have a week off at the moment so I'm already working on the next chapter so it might even be up tonight so keep an eye out. I hope you enjoy, and just to address some points with you I have so little time and chance to get on the computer at the moment so yes some of these chapters might be a little rough. I have warned before that I have a tendancy to make quiet a few mistakes, if you cant handle that then stop reading. I won't be getting someone to proof my work simply because if I had to wait on them I would never ever get chapters up.
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Harry opened his eyes to find himself stood in an achingly familiar bedroom. To his left he heard a soft gasp and a clunk as a chair fell backwards against the hardwood floor.
"Harry," Molly whispered so shocked by his appearance that she couldn't say anything else.
Harry didn't look at her though, his eyes all for the woman still curled in a ball on her side looking all together to small in her bed surrounded by pale pink sheets and to many cushions. He knew she was sleeping that the last drops of power she had fed into their connection to bring him here, whether she had done it consciously or not, had wiped her completely out.
He smiled softly as he watched little frown lines appear at the sides of her eyes as something in her realised he was there. Walking forwards he ignored Molly as she moved around the bed away from him, and crawled onto the bed next to Ginny. She murmured something in her sleep and instead of being gentle with her he simply gathered her into his arms angling himself against the head board and pulled her until she laid full length against his body. Instantly every muscle in her body relaxed her body becoming pliant and warm in his hands. He smoothed his hand over her hair whispering into her ear loving words that made his heart ache.
Molly watched as Harry held her daughter and realised more than ever that these two couldn't be separated. She had no idea what had taken place, but she did know one thing. Harry had fought death itself to come back to her daughter. She wanted to beat him around the head for hurting her child, but looking at the tender way he held Ginny now she knew that he would be doing that and more for himself.
She watched the gentle way his hand slipped over Ginny's hair, the tender touch that seemed to take all of his strength, and knew that Ginny would be alright now. Taking a breath and fighting every instinct in her body she turned and headed out of the door, stopping for a moment to take in the sight of the couple together one last time before she closed and locked the door.
Straightening her jumper and taking a deep breath she headed down the stairs to find George sat in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee. He looked up at her when she entered his eyes a little blurry from lack of sleep.
"Everything alright mum I heard a bang," he said rounding the sentence of with a yawn.
Not saying anything at first she crossed the kitchen to snag herself a cup of coffee as well.
"Mum?" George asked suddenly worried by her silence.
She turned to look at him coffee in hand and after taking a sip she lowered the rim slowly and said ever so quietly, "Harrys up there," taking another sip she watched the shock ripple over George's face.
He made to move as if he would head upstairs but she caught his arm as he passed and shook her head.
"I wouldn't disturb if I was you," she said stopping George in his tracks.
He turned for a moment pulling from his mums grasp looking up the stairs as if weighing heading up there then shaking his head he turned and looked at his mum.
"How about we get lunch, my treat?"
His mother knowing about what was going to happen up there was one thing but having to stay in the house while it happened was another.
With a smile Molly reached out and patted him softly on the cheek and without another word the two of them slipped out the back door hoping no one else returned home just yet.
Ginny knew she was dreaming again, but it didn't feel like before it wasn't a well-built world it was just snip bits of sensation. Fur under her fingertips warm soft and alive, a scent that chased her clouding her mind in a mixture of lust and love. She felt warm and safe and didn't want to wake knowing that all of those sensations would leave her again and she would find herself alone and cold once more.
But as he mind began waking and she found the different parts of her body blooming to life she realised that her fingers were pressed tightly against something very hot, very soft but very strong. Barely able to believe the messages her nerve endings were sending her mind she pressed her fingers harder against the flesh under them and was rewarded with a small rumble that vibrated across her skin.
Holding her breath and barely daring to move she opened her eyes and found herself starring directly into Harry's emerald gaze.
"Am I dreaming again?" she whispered her mind spinning as she starred deep into the eyes of the one man she could ever love.
For a moment he simply stared back, but then he was moving, his hand coming up to cup her cheek his fingers pressing along her cheek bone. Closing her eyes in bliss she nuzzled into the contact that had her cat luxuriating in the feel of him. She breathed deep taking the scent of him deep into her lungs letting her cat roll around in it.
Part of her wanted to cry, wanted to weep that he was with her again, but she didn't let a single tear roll free from her eyes, crying wasn't for now. Maybe later she would cry but now she lifted her cheek from his chest so that she could cup his face in her hands and pepper him with kisses.
"You're here aren't you, you're really real," she whispered against his lips feeling him smile in response.
"Of course I am, I couldn't leave you my love," and with a laugh she crawled up his body so she could kiss him properly.
Lily sat at Sirius kitchen table nursing her second cup of tea in less than ten minutes. She'd exhausted all of her options when it came to finding her son. She knew he was out there, could feel it with every fibre of her being. Putting the cup down on the table she sat back and ran her fingers throw her hair undoing it from the knot she had tied it into. Closing her eyes she let her mind drift and for the millionth time she could hear James voice in her mind, feel his fingers running through her hair. How he had loved to stroke her hair especially in the sunlight when her fiery hair would dance with colour. She wondered what he would think of the grey that had begun streaking it now, would he still find her sexy.
I can't protect him anymore can I James, she thought to herself but as always she didn't get a reply. She didn't truly know what James would do; he had had a way of surprising her with his actions so she didn't know what he would have told her, what advice he would have given at this moment. She knew she needed to find Harry above all else he was still her son, but she also knew she had to let go. She had done her job she had raised and trained him, got him as ready for his duties as she could. Now she had to let him go, had to give him the freedom he needed to do what was needed.
Before she could chaise the thought any further Sirius burst through the door startling her so much she knocked the cup flying across the table.
"Sirius for god's sake," she yelled and then faltered as she caught the wild look in his eyes.
"Harrys back," he said simply, flying down the back steps to her and picking her up from her chair, "George just came and found me; he says he just appeared in Ginny's room."
Lily didn't hear anything after that she was running for the door and the safe apparition point so she could get out of there. She could hardly believe what Sirius had said but if it was true she was going to get her hands on her son and not let go.
Harry lay in the bed watching Ginny as she shuffled around the room, stretching her aching muscles and trying to acclimate herself to being awake again. The house was quiet and he knew Molly had left allowing them some space, and he was glad of it.
"So where were you?" she asked her eyes flashing for a moment catching the light and reflecting it back at him letting him know her cat was close to the surface.
"Eve had me," she growled low in her throat at that but he held up his hand to hold her off, "it was actually the best thing for me. She brought in shifters that could heal me. Without your mind to anchor me I was very close to death, she may have done it for her own reason but she saved my life."
Ginny flinched as he mention her not being there and he was up and off the bed instantly wrapping her in his arms pulling her against his body so he could smother her in his warmth.
"I blame you for nothing my love, this was all my making I once again underestimated what can happen with my power when it comes to you," he pulled her back so he could look her in the eye, see the tears threatening to spill over, "from now on I am with you always, I go nowhere without you and you're the same. Until this war is over we can't risk this happening again. I one hundred per cent know that it's my fault, so let's get past this so we can have that future you saw."
With a small whimper Ginny buried her face against his chest still not sure that he was actually real. Breathing deeply she let the scent of him invade every inch of her as he pushed his hands into her hair and held her to him his cheek pressed to the top of her head. He simply held her knowing instinctively that that was all she needed from him.
Lily landed outside the Weasley home to find Molly sat in the garden on a bench, a cup of tea in hand, looking extremely calm.
"Molly!" she called and the other woman jumped a little turning to see Lily striding towards her.
"Sirius found you then," Molly simply said turning back in her seat to lean back against the bench the cup of tea moving to her lips.
"It's true then Harry's back?" she asked her voice hopeful but cautious.
Molly simply nodded and Lily wanted to yell with joy, turning on her heel she headed towards to the house but Molly called out to her before she had taken more than three steps.
"I don't think it's a good idea you rushing in there, they seemed to well," she paused obviously unsure on how to put it; "well they seemed to want some time alone."
Lily stopped, thinking on what Molly had said and couldn't help the blush that rushed up her cheeks. Her conflicting feelings warring with her she turned back around and took a seat next to Molly. With a flick of her wand Molly called another cup of tea for Lily that flew out of the kitchen window and she caught with deft fingers, this not being the first floating cup she had caught before and the two mothers simply sat in the garden trying to appear calm, sipping their tea, while they waited for their children.
Looking out of the window Ginny realised that it was growing dark outside and that the house was still quiet. For a moment she panicked but then Harry's hand was there smoothing over her hip as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Both our mothers are outside, I think they are playing watch dog, keeping everyone from us for the moment," he whispered his breath tickling along her skin.
She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of her mother standing up to everyone keeping them out of the house, but she knew what her mother was like and none of the Weasley men would want to go up against her.
With a sigh she turned leaning on her elbows pushing herself up from the bed so that she could look at Harry. He was reclined against the many pillows, looking for all the cat curled and comfortable, and he was magnificent. She ran her fingers over his chest again, still not believing her eyes when they told her that his chest was unmarred and perfect. She had tried to talk about what had happened but he had grown grim every time and she couldn't bring herself to hurt him by mentioning it. She knew it had nothing to do with the pain he had gone through, and everything to do with the fact that he had hurt her. Putting it aside for the moment she knew eventually they would have to talk about it, but she was happy to give him time.
Turning to look out of the window again she watched as the sky slowly grew darker the lighter blue turning an inky indigo that would eventually turn black. The first stars were twinkling brightly already and she knew soon everyone would be returning to the house, so she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed throwing her legs over the side.
"We have to face people now," she simply said and felt Harry's hand stroke down her spine.
"Whatever you want Breeze," he replied and with a sigh she rose from the bed and padded over to her dresser.
Searching through the contents she pulled out her favourite black underwear and slipped it on. She could feel Harry watching her but she ignored him knowing if she went near him again she'd melt against him as she had done so many countless times. Moving to the wardrobe she pulled out a long velvety bottle green dress that she loved. It had been a gift from her great aunt something that had been in the family for some time but had never fitted her mother so it had been passed directly to her. She shimmied into the material sighing happily as she ran her hands over her stomach and hips to smooth out the material. It was cut low in the front but still modest, with long sleeves that pointed at her finger tips with a hook to slip around her middle finger to hold it in place. The material pooled at her feet but didn't hinder her as she moved as it had been charmed to be lighter than normal, a muggle version would have been too heavy to move in but this was perfect. She topped it off with a pair of black slippers and turned to look at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were still a little hollow denoting the time she had spent lying in bed, but her skin was shining as it always seemed to when Harry was around. With deft fingers she pulled her hair up and into a bun exposing the creamy lines of her neck, apparently a temptation Harry couldn't resist.
Slipping up beside her his hand crept over the side of her neck tilting her slightly until her head was at an angle and the left side of the throat completely exposed. She knew what he was doing, could feel the tingle of electricity from his touch, and she simply stood waiting for his move. She found his eyes in the mirror and they locked as he kissed his way along her shoulder to the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck. She had time to take a breath as his teeth sunk into her skin lightening quick. Closing her eyes in a mixture of pain and pleasure she searched for their link and found it sparking with life. Whatever the claiming had done, she knew it had tied them together ever stronger.
This between her and Harry was forever, and she knew this more now than ever. Never would their lives be easy, never would things come to them without a fight, but she wouldn't trade any of that. She didn't want the easy road if it meant being without him. Opening her eyes she watched as he lapped at the small wound, already healing, and the strokes of his tongue soothing. She knew when it healed there would be a raised mark there for all to see and the thought brought a smile to her lips. She wanted to be claimed by this man, she'd had a taste of life without him and she would forever hold the pain of that in a shattered part of her heart, but for now she was determined to sink herself into life with him.
It was only as she turned to look at him that she realised he had conjured clothes from nowhere once again. He'd clad himself in a pair of simple black dress pants, and a midnight blue shirt. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair delighting at the feel of how soft it was, and how much longer it seemed.
"You should get a haircut," she whispered as he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her tightly against his body.
She braced her palms against his chest, her fingers tickling over the edges of his shirt where it was undone to find bare skin her cat still needing the tactile feeling to prove he was indeed real.
"I don't know I quiet like it really," he said with that half smile of his that made her melt.
Shaking her head she turned her head slightly so she could see their mingled reflection in the mirror and her breath caught.
She hadn't realised before the picture that they made together. Harry so tall and strong power visibly rippling from him in waves almost like heat off a summer road, and then there was her someone at first glance you would take as dainty and Leith. But she was anything but, there was a strength to her body that was hidden at first glance, and a darkness to her eyes that told of power untapped and hidden. The two of them together looked like two puzzle pieces cut for one another. Her body moulded along his as if they had been carved from the same piece of stone and separated into to living beings. Turing back to him she caught his eyes as they sparkled at her and she knew he had heard the thread of her thoughts. She blushed slightly and his smile widened his hand coming up to cup her cheek as he stole her breath with another kiss. Yes they were made for each other and they would stand together against anything.