"Bittersweet"
A/N: Amount of chapters increased to around forty.....eh heh heh heh ^.^"
Dedicated to Richard Harris, who died a few days ago. Rest in Peace, we have yet to find an actor as great as you.
Chapter 15: The Bond of Three, The Blessing of Another
The Potter family sat on the bed.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance- they didn't need to look anymore; they had found the real Harry.
Harry shifted back and forth, moaning. Suddenly, he shot up, whimpering. Lily wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and James rubbed his arm.
"That's right, Harry!" Lily croaked out. "We're the only ones that care about you, everyone else hates you, blames you for everything!"
"That's not true!" Ginny screamed. Harry lifted his head from his mother's shoulder and looked at Ginny, squinting. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, but was quickly replaced by the darkness, a blanket of mistrust and confusion that infested his very soul.
Ron took a step forward, putting out his hand. Harry pushed back against the wall, curling up into a block. "No....no one cares...I'm always blamed...." Harry said hoarsely.
Hermione stepped up next to Ron. "Harry, no, that's not true."
Harry shook his head back and forth, rocking forward and back. Hermione and Ron exchanged another look, before slowly approaching the bed. Ginny was frozen, eyes locked on Harry's. She shook herself, and, catching onto the plan, crept forward.
"One..." Hermione whispered, "Two....three!" At the same time, the three pulled Harry off the bed and into a standing position.
A horrifying scream echoed throughout Harry's mind. The walls, the bed, Lily and James, they all disappeared, shrinking into dust, before settling on the ground, and being blown away from a wind that wasn't there before. They were left in darkness.
Harry let out a scream, and dropped to his knees. "I have no one, no one!" he yelled. "That's not true!" Ginny yelled again. She knelt down and wrapped her arms around him. Hermione dropped to her own knees, and also hugged Harry. Ron was the last to fall, wrapping his long arms around all of them. Harry was shaking uncontrollably. Tears were flowing unchecked from Ginny's eyes, as well as Hermione's. Ron's eyes looked suspiciously red.
Slowly, Harry stopped shaking, stopped resisting, and stopped the darkness. It was pushed far away, away from his soul, away from himself, into a place that only a dreamer, slowly but surely, would enter. "Thank you." He whispered.
His mind was filled with the same blinding white light. Harry felt himself being moved, and abruptly smelled the medicinal stench of the Hospital Wing. He buried his face on someone's shoulder, and closed his eyes. The four still hugged, milking the moment for all it was worth, before moving apart.
"Harold James Potter, don't you ever do that to us again!" Harry let out an "oof!" as Sirius ran and crushed Harry in a bone braking embrace. Harry croaked, "I'm ok, I'm ok! But you're about to kill me!" Sirius let go.
Harry looked around the room to see a very pleased looking Dumbledore, a bleary eyed Arabella, a grinning Remus, a bustling Madame Pomfrey, and a suspiciously sniffling Professor McGonagall. He grinned as his vision was suddenly clouded by a head full of red hair. He pulled Ginny into a hug. "Hi, Vixen."
She pulled back. "Don't Vixen me!" She leaned up for a quick kiss. Abruptly wrenching herself away, she let out a blood curdling scream. Harry stumbled away as well, holding his head.
Hedwig swooped in through the open window, hooting roughly. She flew to Ginny's arm. Ginny looked down, right into Hedwig's amber eyes. She was sucked into the color, and her a voice echo deep inside her mind.
~*Miss Weasley, Miss Weasley, its ok!*~
Ginny jumped 10 feet in shock. She responded without out thinking, her own voice in her head answering.
*Hedwig?*
Hedwig hooted.
"What the-" Ron swore so badly that Hermione slapped him upside the head "- just happened?"
Dumbledore looked relatively at peace. "It's very simple, actually." He cleared his throat.
"Ginny is a Magnolia."
~*~
Flashback
Lily ran to Professor Minerva McGonagall's office, crying. She knocked, and the door immediately opened. Taking one look at Lily's tearstained face, she ushered the young woman into her office.
"Lily, dear, there's nothing to cry about. You're a Magnolia, you can talk to animals! That's a wonderful gift!"
Lily's sobs became more profound. "Aunt Minerva, why can't stay close to James?"
Minerva stroked her niece's head. Lily was all she had left of her sister, Sakura, ever since Tom killed her and her husband, Leon.
"Lily. It's only temporary. While your gift is refining, you are incredibly open to all auras. When James is with you, he forgets to be fine, to be ok, because he knows that he can be open with you. You know what he's been through, Lily. His aura is blackened, and painful to you. But soon, when you have control, you won't feel it anymore. Ok?" Lily nodded, her tears slowly drying.
~*~
Same Flashback
Lily opened the Portrait hole, and sat down on the couch. James sat on the other end, looking like Lily felt. He turned his head to her.
"We'll get through this, Vixen, like we always do and we always will."
Lily slowly nodded. It was her gift, not her curse.
She nodded again, knowing his words were true.
~*~
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Apparently, I made an infraction with my story, "The Chat", and I couldn't upload anything. Weird, isn't it?
Soon, I'm going to write outtakes from earlier chapters, i.e. side stories separate from this main story. I actually want to set up a Yahoo! Group for this, but I don't know if anyone would want to join!
~Merusa
A/N: Amount of chapters increased to around forty.....eh heh heh heh ^.^"
Dedicated to Richard Harris, who died a few days ago. Rest in Peace, we have yet to find an actor as great as you.
Chapter 15: The Bond of Three, The Blessing of Another
The Potter family sat on the bed.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance- they didn't need to look anymore; they had found the real Harry.
Harry shifted back and forth, moaning. Suddenly, he shot up, whimpering. Lily wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and James rubbed his arm.
"That's right, Harry!" Lily croaked out. "We're the only ones that care about you, everyone else hates you, blames you for everything!"
"That's not true!" Ginny screamed. Harry lifted his head from his mother's shoulder and looked at Ginny, squinting. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, but was quickly replaced by the darkness, a blanket of mistrust and confusion that infested his very soul.
Ron took a step forward, putting out his hand. Harry pushed back against the wall, curling up into a block. "No....no one cares...I'm always blamed...." Harry said hoarsely.
Hermione stepped up next to Ron. "Harry, no, that's not true."
Harry shook his head back and forth, rocking forward and back. Hermione and Ron exchanged another look, before slowly approaching the bed. Ginny was frozen, eyes locked on Harry's. She shook herself, and, catching onto the plan, crept forward.
"One..." Hermione whispered, "Two....three!" At the same time, the three pulled Harry off the bed and into a standing position.
A horrifying scream echoed throughout Harry's mind. The walls, the bed, Lily and James, they all disappeared, shrinking into dust, before settling on the ground, and being blown away from a wind that wasn't there before. They were left in darkness.
Harry let out a scream, and dropped to his knees. "I have no one, no one!" he yelled. "That's not true!" Ginny yelled again. She knelt down and wrapped her arms around him. Hermione dropped to her own knees, and also hugged Harry. Ron was the last to fall, wrapping his long arms around all of them. Harry was shaking uncontrollably. Tears were flowing unchecked from Ginny's eyes, as well as Hermione's. Ron's eyes looked suspiciously red.
Slowly, Harry stopped shaking, stopped resisting, and stopped the darkness. It was pushed far away, away from his soul, away from himself, into a place that only a dreamer, slowly but surely, would enter. "Thank you." He whispered.
His mind was filled with the same blinding white light. Harry felt himself being moved, and abruptly smelled the medicinal stench of the Hospital Wing. He buried his face on someone's shoulder, and closed his eyes. The four still hugged, milking the moment for all it was worth, before moving apart.
"Harold James Potter, don't you ever do that to us again!" Harry let out an "oof!" as Sirius ran and crushed Harry in a bone braking embrace. Harry croaked, "I'm ok, I'm ok! But you're about to kill me!" Sirius let go.
Harry looked around the room to see a very pleased looking Dumbledore, a bleary eyed Arabella, a grinning Remus, a bustling Madame Pomfrey, and a suspiciously sniffling Professor McGonagall. He grinned as his vision was suddenly clouded by a head full of red hair. He pulled Ginny into a hug. "Hi, Vixen."
She pulled back. "Don't Vixen me!" She leaned up for a quick kiss. Abruptly wrenching herself away, she let out a blood curdling scream. Harry stumbled away as well, holding his head.
Hedwig swooped in through the open window, hooting roughly. She flew to Ginny's arm. Ginny looked down, right into Hedwig's amber eyes. She was sucked into the color, and her a voice echo deep inside her mind.
~*Miss Weasley, Miss Weasley, its ok!*~
Ginny jumped 10 feet in shock. She responded without out thinking, her own voice in her head answering.
*Hedwig?*
Hedwig hooted.
"What the-" Ron swore so badly that Hermione slapped him upside the head "- just happened?"
Dumbledore looked relatively at peace. "It's very simple, actually." He cleared his throat.
"Ginny is a Magnolia."
~*~
Flashback
Lily ran to Professor Minerva McGonagall's office, crying. She knocked, and the door immediately opened. Taking one look at Lily's tearstained face, she ushered the young woman into her office.
"Lily, dear, there's nothing to cry about. You're a Magnolia, you can talk to animals! That's a wonderful gift!"
Lily's sobs became more profound. "Aunt Minerva, why can't stay close to James?"
Minerva stroked her niece's head. Lily was all she had left of her sister, Sakura, ever since Tom killed her and her husband, Leon.
"Lily. It's only temporary. While your gift is refining, you are incredibly open to all auras. When James is with you, he forgets to be fine, to be ok, because he knows that he can be open with you. You know what he's been through, Lily. His aura is blackened, and painful to you. But soon, when you have control, you won't feel it anymore. Ok?" Lily nodded, her tears slowly drying.
~*~
Same Flashback
Lily opened the Portrait hole, and sat down on the couch. James sat on the other end, looking like Lily felt. He turned his head to her.
"We'll get through this, Vixen, like we always do and we always will."
Lily slowly nodded. It was her gift, not her curse.
She nodded again, knowing his words were true.
~*~
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Apparently, I made an infraction with my story, "The Chat", and I couldn't upload anything. Weird, isn't it?
Soon, I'm going to write outtakes from earlier chapters, i.e. side stories separate from this main story. I actually want to set up a Yahoo! Group for this, but I don't know if anyone would want to join!
~Merusa