Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or his story unfortunately, its property of
J.K. Rowling. You know how it goes.
A/N: This is my first story, so be kind. As far as spoilers go all the books are game. Parings are R/Hr, H/G, R/T, J/L and S/OC. but I'll be focusing on H/G and S/OC and the story will include some flashbacks to the Marauder days. I hope you guys like it and please review! - Rosalie
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Harry Potter strolled lazily out the back doors of the Burrow, seemingly deep in thought. He stopped at the edge of a small, secluded- enchanted pond that was just out of view of the Burrow. He picked up a rock and skipped it on the water, watching it carefully. Sighing, he adjusted his glasses and sat down gently on the damp grass.
Ginny studied him closely from her place on the swing. She came to the startling conclusion that they all - especially Harry- had really grown up this summer, both physically and otherwise. Harry had filled out his lanky frame quite a bit, not that he was massive, but he couldn't be compared to a string bean anymore. His black hair was somewhat shaggy, and fell into his eyes, giving him a bit of a ragged appearance. Her brow furrowed as she watched him sit down and stare into the still water. Harry had been so.pensive lately. Sirius's death had shaken him deeper than anyone else. To have your godfather, the closest thing you've ever had to a parent, die in front of your face, Ginny knew, was not an easy thing to deal with. To make matters worse, Harry had to go back to Privet Drive and stay with those ignorant, insensitive Dursleys for the majority of the summer. He had only gotten to the Burrow a few days ago and tomorrow Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys were going to the Order's headquarters. Ginny groaned. None of them had been there since Sirius's death, and staying in his dead godfather's house was not going to make things easier for Harry. Some summer holiday. Putting her book down, Ginny rose from the swing and walked to where Harry sat. He turned and looked up at her.
"Ginny," he said, "I didn't know you were out here."
She sat down next to him and smiled, "I was reading on the swing, but you came out and I decided I had to come over here and stop your brooding."
"I was not brooding."
"No, of course not," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, " because you never brood."
He smirked, "Okay maybe I was, but just a little." Harry shook his head lightly, Ginny had the uncanny ability to make him smile even when he was in the worst of moods. In the last couple of week, Harry had come to the decision that Ginny Weasley wasn't half-bad for being Ron's little sister and a pretty good friend at that.
Ginny jumped as she thought of something, "Guess who I got an owl from this morning, Harry?"
"Who?"
"Luna Lovegood," Ginny replied, "Strange getting an owl from her, we've never really been friends. But, I guess with all that happened right before the summer holiday," Ginny chanced a look at his face, trying to gage his reaction, "We kind of are now. Anyway, she is vacationing with her family in Bali - yes Bali, and she wanted to see how we were. She said that people are really starting to get used to the idea that Voldemort is back." Ginny stopped at the look of utter shock on Harry's face. "What?" She asked.
"You just said his name, like it was nothing. Nobody does that except me." Harry stared at her, waiting for a response.
"Harry," Ginny shook her head a bit, "That's because it is nothing. He is nothing. Don't you get it? If we fear him, he wins. If people are afraid to say his name, how do they expect to accomplish anything? If we make him a god, he will be, and we're giving him exactly what he wants."
Harry leaned back on his elbows and gaped at her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew she was right. He'd just never thought of it that way. Sometimes she seemed so much older than fifteen, and Harry could help but regarded her with a newfound respect. "You're right, Gin, you're completely right. But you're not afraid of saying his name out loud? Even Ron still winces when he hears me say it."
"Ron's an idiot sometimes. I'm not afraid of Voldemort for his name. If he's going to hurt me we both know its not going to be because I spoke his name out loud."
"Wow. You really surprise me sometimes, Ginny."
He was looking at her with such intensity that she couldn't pull her green eyes away from his. She couldn't breathe either and it was becoming a problem. Reluctantly, she broke the moment. "Anyway, back to the point," she said, regaining composure, "It's good that people are getting used to it because it will be easier to fight him. She also said that she couldn't wait until the D.A. starts up again. She said to give you her love," Ginny paused, trying to remember if there was anything else, "Oh! She did write something very strange. Hmm.what was it exactly? 'Tell Harry that Sirius is all right. Tell him that he told me so. And tell him that Sirius isn't gone, not really, and certainly not for good.' "
Harry went rigid at the mention of Sirius, but forced the words out anyway, "What in the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Beats me if I know, "Ginny exclaimed, "You know that she's mad though, Harry. It's probably means nothing."
Yeah, Harry thought. They all thought she was mad when she saw those horse- things like me, but she wasn't. Maybe she's not all that mad.
"Yeah, you're probably right, "He said, though only part of him meant it. Another, slightly scarier, and much larger part of him began to find a small glimmer of hope in her words. He just prayed that that part of him wouldn't be disappointed.
A/N: This is my first story, so be kind. As far as spoilers go all the books are game. Parings are R/Hr, H/G, R/T, J/L and S/OC. but I'll be focusing on H/G and S/OC and the story will include some flashbacks to the Marauder days. I hope you guys like it and please review! - Rosalie
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Harry Potter strolled lazily out the back doors of the Burrow, seemingly deep in thought. He stopped at the edge of a small, secluded- enchanted pond that was just out of view of the Burrow. He picked up a rock and skipped it on the water, watching it carefully. Sighing, he adjusted his glasses and sat down gently on the damp grass.
Ginny studied him closely from her place on the swing. She came to the startling conclusion that they all - especially Harry- had really grown up this summer, both physically and otherwise. Harry had filled out his lanky frame quite a bit, not that he was massive, but he couldn't be compared to a string bean anymore. His black hair was somewhat shaggy, and fell into his eyes, giving him a bit of a ragged appearance. Her brow furrowed as she watched him sit down and stare into the still water. Harry had been so.pensive lately. Sirius's death had shaken him deeper than anyone else. To have your godfather, the closest thing you've ever had to a parent, die in front of your face, Ginny knew, was not an easy thing to deal with. To make matters worse, Harry had to go back to Privet Drive and stay with those ignorant, insensitive Dursleys for the majority of the summer. He had only gotten to the Burrow a few days ago and tomorrow Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys were going to the Order's headquarters. Ginny groaned. None of them had been there since Sirius's death, and staying in his dead godfather's house was not going to make things easier for Harry. Some summer holiday. Putting her book down, Ginny rose from the swing and walked to where Harry sat. He turned and looked up at her.
"Ginny," he said, "I didn't know you were out here."
She sat down next to him and smiled, "I was reading on the swing, but you came out and I decided I had to come over here and stop your brooding."
"I was not brooding."
"No, of course not," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, " because you never brood."
He smirked, "Okay maybe I was, but just a little." Harry shook his head lightly, Ginny had the uncanny ability to make him smile even when he was in the worst of moods. In the last couple of week, Harry had come to the decision that Ginny Weasley wasn't half-bad for being Ron's little sister and a pretty good friend at that.
Ginny jumped as she thought of something, "Guess who I got an owl from this morning, Harry?"
"Who?"
"Luna Lovegood," Ginny replied, "Strange getting an owl from her, we've never really been friends. But, I guess with all that happened right before the summer holiday," Ginny chanced a look at his face, trying to gage his reaction, "We kind of are now. Anyway, she is vacationing with her family in Bali - yes Bali, and she wanted to see how we were. She said that people are really starting to get used to the idea that Voldemort is back." Ginny stopped at the look of utter shock on Harry's face. "What?" She asked.
"You just said his name, like it was nothing. Nobody does that except me." Harry stared at her, waiting for a response.
"Harry," Ginny shook her head a bit, "That's because it is nothing. He is nothing. Don't you get it? If we fear him, he wins. If people are afraid to say his name, how do they expect to accomplish anything? If we make him a god, he will be, and we're giving him exactly what he wants."
Harry leaned back on his elbows and gaped at her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew she was right. He'd just never thought of it that way. Sometimes she seemed so much older than fifteen, and Harry could help but regarded her with a newfound respect. "You're right, Gin, you're completely right. But you're not afraid of saying his name out loud? Even Ron still winces when he hears me say it."
"Ron's an idiot sometimes. I'm not afraid of Voldemort for his name. If he's going to hurt me we both know its not going to be because I spoke his name out loud."
"Wow. You really surprise me sometimes, Ginny."
He was looking at her with such intensity that she couldn't pull her green eyes away from his. She couldn't breathe either and it was becoming a problem. Reluctantly, she broke the moment. "Anyway, back to the point," she said, regaining composure, "It's good that people are getting used to it because it will be easier to fight him. She also said that she couldn't wait until the D.A. starts up again. She said to give you her love," Ginny paused, trying to remember if there was anything else, "Oh! She did write something very strange. Hmm.what was it exactly? 'Tell Harry that Sirius is all right. Tell him that he told me so. And tell him that Sirius isn't gone, not really, and certainly not for good.' "
Harry went rigid at the mention of Sirius, but forced the words out anyway, "What in the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Beats me if I know, "Ginny exclaimed, "You know that she's mad though, Harry. It's probably means nothing."
Yeah, Harry thought. They all thought she was mad when she saw those horse- things like me, but she wasn't. Maybe she's not all that mad.
"Yeah, you're probably right, "He said, though only part of him meant it. Another, slightly scarier, and much larger part of him began to find a small glimmer of hope in her words. He just prayed that that part of him wouldn't be disappointed.