Chapter Twenty-Two
Disclaimer- Do I look like I own Harry Potter? If I did, would I be writing this crap story? No, I would be in Bermuda, along with my muse, sitting on a beach writing Harry Potter Six. Yep. That's me! NOT!
A/N: Ok. So, unfortunately, my muse left me for some Bermuda. She was kind enough to send me a postcard. And on it she wrote,
HA, HA, HA! Love, Daisy Lavender Lily Marigold Bluebell Nightshade Sunflower Daffodil Douglas Fur.
Isn't that nice of her? So on the front is a picture of her, watching the sunset with a really cute blonde dude putting oils on her back. Can you believe her? Then, she sends me Dot, who is a replacement muse, then Dot goes to Hawaii, and Dot sends me some Spanish muse, who talked in all Spanish, and I couldn't understand one word. That muse became suicidal when she found out I wasn't Spanish. So then she went to New York City and jumped off of a skyscraper. So now I am museless. Yep, I have no muse. So, This is going to be a really short and pointless chapter probably. Unless my muses comeback from Bermuda, Hawaii, and the dead.
Guess what? The story ISN"T over! It is still going on! So don't you dare think that the story is over. Because it isn't. I'll tell you when it is.
Quick question. Should Draco Malfoy die? I'm not sure if he should or not.
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Ginny was hopelessly lost in herself. Ina matter of five short weeks, she went from a suicidal monster, to Harry Potter's girlfriend, to the person who finally killed Bellatrix Lestrange.
As she stood there in Harry's arms, crying her eyes out, Ginny never once thought about how the rest of the world was going to react. She didn't even know what she was going to do. All Ginny cared about was the fact that she was wrapped in the arms of the man she loved, crying into his arms, and she was never going to leave.
"Ginny?" Harry said, making her look up at him. "Are you okay?"
she could have laughed her head off at his words, No, she was not okay. She just killed Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman responsible for the deaths of many, and now the love of her life was asking her if she was okay.
But all she could do was attempt to speak, but fail miserably.
"Come again?" Harry asked her, taking his arms off of her and fumbling with a piece of paper in his hands.
"What's that?" She asked, watching his hands intently.
"Look." Harry said, giving her the paper that was actually a photo. At first, Ginny thought it was her and Harry, but she didn't have green eyes and Harry's eyes were not brown. Then she remembered what Sirius had told her about looking exactly like Lily, except for the eyes, of course.
"Is that."
"Ya, that's my mum and dad." Harry said.
"I would have thought it was us." Ginny said, still looking at the old photo.
"We do look like them, don't we?" Harry said, moving next to her so he could put an arm around her waist. Silent tears fell down Ginny's face as she felt how right it was to have Harry's arm around her, when just moments ago she could have ceased to exist.
"Gin, why are you crying?" Harry asked, wiping the tears away with the gentle tough of his hands.
"Mr. Potter," a voice behind them said, "You and Miss Weasley have some explaining to do." The pair turned around to see Dumbledore right behind them, a smile creeping up on his face as he saw the two standing together.
***
Ron moaned in pain. All he could remember was Hermione, rocks, and. Malfoy.
"Hermione?" He weakly called out.
"Ron?" Her hopeful voice said, as her face swam into his sight. "Oh Ron!" She cried, tears adding to already tear-stained face.
"Mione, don't cry." He said calling her by his nickname for her, as he meekly wiped the tears out of her eyes. "Shh, its all okay."
"No, its not. Draco. He." Hermione couldn't finish as she looked over at Draco's limp form.
"What happened?" Ron asked, trying to sit up as he realized he was lying in Hermione's lap.
"Oh, this thing.came. flying out of nowhere, and h-h-hit him! And, and." She started to sob. Not knowing what to do, Ron gently pulled Hermione to him, hugging her.
"No matter what happens, I will always be here for you and the kid. Always." He whispered into her ear.
***
Dumbledore, despite all the mess, blood, and gore, was able to get the two students to his office.
"Sit." Was the first thing he said as they entered the remarkably clean room. Harry and Ginny glanced at each other, than sat down on two chairs in front of the headmaster's desk. "What happened?" Dumbledore asked, the normal glint in his eyes gone.
"See." But words failed Ginny. She just looked at Harry for help.
"Professor, see, it all started a few days ago." And Harry launched into a full-scale story about what had happened to him and Ginny with Bellatrix Lestrange.
".So the same thing happened with their wands as with Voldemort and mine." Harry finished, a good fifty minutes later.
"Sister wands." Dumbledore whispered, amazed.
"What?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Ginny, may I ask what your wand contains?" Dumbledore asked, sitting down in his chair, looking at the girl intently.
"Unicorn hair. Why." Ginny asked, still confused.
"Bellatrix Lestrange also had Unicorn Hair in her wand. From the same animal that contributed to your wand Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said, "Now, may I see your wand?" Ginny threw the wand at Dumbledore, looking as if the thing contained a deadly disease. Harry put his arm around Ginny, trying to comfort her.
"Miss Weasley, this is no reason to hate your wand. In fact, this might be reason to like it even more. The fact that you are still here proves that you are stronger than the holder of your sister wand." He said, turning Ginny's wand over in his wrinkled fingers.
Ginny gave the professor a strange look as he continued on. "Ginny," he said looking at the young girl, "You are stronger than Bellatrix would ever had been. And tonight showed it."
"But how?" Ginny asked, still confused,
"Miss Weasley, Sirius said that the connection would kill the one who was not fighting for love. That proves that you are stronger than Bellatrix. You love." Dumbledore said, pausing. "The fact that you love makes you better than a hundred Bellatrix's. Love is what caused the downfall of many wizards, and the protection of some, as I am sure Mr. Potter can tell you." As Dumbledore said this, Harry's grip tightened on Ginny.
"I really should tell you two something." The old man said, thoughtfully. "History tends to repeat itself, and really, you two do look a great deal like James and Lily. Dumbledore walked over to his door. "I'll just leave you two alone then. I must go see who died and such." With that, he left the room, locking the door behind him.
"Ginny turned to face Harry, tears stinging her eyes. "Do you think he's right?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know." Harry answered, sitting on the ground, putting Ginny into his lap. "I mean, people are always telling me how much I look like my dad, but." He couldn't finish his sentence.
"Harry," Ginny said, looking into his deep emerald eyes. "Do I look like your mum?" He couldn't bring himself to say anything. Harry just took out the photo and handed it to her.
"Where did you get this?" She asked, flipping it over to look at the back.
"When Sirius came out of Bellatrix's wand, he gave it to me just before he left." But Ginny wasn't paying attention. She was looking at the back, which had writing scribbled on the back. "Ginny?" Harry asked, looking at her. Her lip was trebling as she read the writing. "What." He took the picture from her, and read what was written there.
Dearest Harry,
It began.
When you read this, it most likely will mean that we have left you forever, and for that I am sorry. As your mum, I wish I could have been there to see you ride your first broomstick, even though I constantly tell your father how dangerous they are, go to Hogwarts, meet your first girlfriend, get the letters from Hogwarts telling me what you did this time, I have no doubt that you did get into trouble, seeing as your father, godfather, and back-up godfather were Marauder's. I am also sorry I could not be there for your Graduation, Wedding, children, and so forth. I love you dearly. I want to tell you that. I love you, and never will stop loving you. Even when I die and leave you until we are reunited which, hopefully will be a long time away, I love you.
Lily Evens Potter (Your mum.)
Harry could feel the tears falling down his face, and Ginny place her head on his chest as he read the rest, which was in a different writing.
Harry,
As your loving mum put it, when you are reading this, I will most likely be dead. I love you. Your mum pretty much summed up everything I would have said, so all I have to say is, I love you. Also, as a bit of information, when looking for girls, redheads do the Potter men well. Your mum is a redhead, your grandmother, great-grand mother, great-great grandmother, and so on were all redheads.
Your dear Dad,
James Potter
Harry couldn't help but laugh at what his dad had put. He looked down at Ginny, who was resting her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around him. 'God,' he couldn't help but think, 'I really do love her.'
"Ginny," He said, wrapping his arms round her.
"Hmm?" She replied.
"I love you." Harry said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you too." She said, before pulling him into a kiss that lasted all night.
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I thought that would be a sweet ending. So, you know what to do know. REVIEW! This is a sad chappie I think. I almost cried at the letter part. So, I'll just leave you to review, and such. I have decided one thing though. This story will be over soon. In like, three chapters. I might write a sequel, but I'm not sure. If I do, it won't come out until this summer. This is the last story I will be publishing until the summer. Probably the last I will be writing for a few months, too.
So, please review, and thank you to those who have reviewed. If I could get to 100, that would be nice. And to do that, I only need 20 or so reviews!
Disclaimer- Do I look like I own Harry Potter? If I did, would I be writing this crap story? No, I would be in Bermuda, along with my muse, sitting on a beach writing Harry Potter Six. Yep. That's me! NOT!
A/N: Ok. So, unfortunately, my muse left me for some Bermuda. She was kind enough to send me a postcard. And on it she wrote,
HA, HA, HA! Love, Daisy Lavender Lily Marigold Bluebell Nightshade Sunflower Daffodil Douglas Fur.
Isn't that nice of her? So on the front is a picture of her, watching the sunset with a really cute blonde dude putting oils on her back. Can you believe her? Then, she sends me Dot, who is a replacement muse, then Dot goes to Hawaii, and Dot sends me some Spanish muse, who talked in all Spanish, and I couldn't understand one word. That muse became suicidal when she found out I wasn't Spanish. So then she went to New York City and jumped off of a skyscraper. So now I am museless. Yep, I have no muse. So, This is going to be a really short and pointless chapter probably. Unless my muses comeback from Bermuda, Hawaii, and the dead.
Guess what? The story ISN"T over! It is still going on! So don't you dare think that the story is over. Because it isn't. I'll tell you when it is.
Quick question. Should Draco Malfoy die? I'm not sure if he should or not.
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Ginny was hopelessly lost in herself. Ina matter of five short weeks, she went from a suicidal monster, to Harry Potter's girlfriend, to the person who finally killed Bellatrix Lestrange.
As she stood there in Harry's arms, crying her eyes out, Ginny never once thought about how the rest of the world was going to react. She didn't even know what she was going to do. All Ginny cared about was the fact that she was wrapped in the arms of the man she loved, crying into his arms, and she was never going to leave.
"Ginny?" Harry said, making her look up at him. "Are you okay?"
she could have laughed her head off at his words, No, she was not okay. She just killed Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman responsible for the deaths of many, and now the love of her life was asking her if she was okay.
But all she could do was attempt to speak, but fail miserably.
"Come again?" Harry asked her, taking his arms off of her and fumbling with a piece of paper in his hands.
"What's that?" She asked, watching his hands intently.
"Look." Harry said, giving her the paper that was actually a photo. At first, Ginny thought it was her and Harry, but she didn't have green eyes and Harry's eyes were not brown. Then she remembered what Sirius had told her about looking exactly like Lily, except for the eyes, of course.
"Is that."
"Ya, that's my mum and dad." Harry said.
"I would have thought it was us." Ginny said, still looking at the old photo.
"We do look like them, don't we?" Harry said, moving next to her so he could put an arm around her waist. Silent tears fell down Ginny's face as she felt how right it was to have Harry's arm around her, when just moments ago she could have ceased to exist.
"Gin, why are you crying?" Harry asked, wiping the tears away with the gentle tough of his hands.
"Mr. Potter," a voice behind them said, "You and Miss Weasley have some explaining to do." The pair turned around to see Dumbledore right behind them, a smile creeping up on his face as he saw the two standing together.
***
Ron moaned in pain. All he could remember was Hermione, rocks, and. Malfoy.
"Hermione?" He weakly called out.
"Ron?" Her hopeful voice said, as her face swam into his sight. "Oh Ron!" She cried, tears adding to already tear-stained face.
"Mione, don't cry." He said calling her by his nickname for her, as he meekly wiped the tears out of her eyes. "Shh, its all okay."
"No, its not. Draco. He." Hermione couldn't finish as she looked over at Draco's limp form.
"What happened?" Ron asked, trying to sit up as he realized he was lying in Hermione's lap.
"Oh, this thing.came. flying out of nowhere, and h-h-hit him! And, and." She started to sob. Not knowing what to do, Ron gently pulled Hermione to him, hugging her.
"No matter what happens, I will always be here for you and the kid. Always." He whispered into her ear.
***
Dumbledore, despite all the mess, blood, and gore, was able to get the two students to his office.
"Sit." Was the first thing he said as they entered the remarkably clean room. Harry and Ginny glanced at each other, than sat down on two chairs in front of the headmaster's desk. "What happened?" Dumbledore asked, the normal glint in his eyes gone.
"See." But words failed Ginny. She just looked at Harry for help.
"Professor, see, it all started a few days ago." And Harry launched into a full-scale story about what had happened to him and Ginny with Bellatrix Lestrange.
".So the same thing happened with their wands as with Voldemort and mine." Harry finished, a good fifty minutes later.
"Sister wands." Dumbledore whispered, amazed.
"What?" Ginny asked, confused.
"Ginny, may I ask what your wand contains?" Dumbledore asked, sitting down in his chair, looking at the girl intently.
"Unicorn hair. Why." Ginny asked, still confused.
"Bellatrix Lestrange also had Unicorn Hair in her wand. From the same animal that contributed to your wand Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said, "Now, may I see your wand?" Ginny threw the wand at Dumbledore, looking as if the thing contained a deadly disease. Harry put his arm around Ginny, trying to comfort her.
"Miss Weasley, this is no reason to hate your wand. In fact, this might be reason to like it even more. The fact that you are still here proves that you are stronger than the holder of your sister wand." He said, turning Ginny's wand over in his wrinkled fingers.
Ginny gave the professor a strange look as he continued on. "Ginny," he said looking at the young girl, "You are stronger than Bellatrix would ever had been. And tonight showed it."
"But how?" Ginny asked, still confused,
"Miss Weasley, Sirius said that the connection would kill the one who was not fighting for love. That proves that you are stronger than Bellatrix. You love." Dumbledore said, pausing. "The fact that you love makes you better than a hundred Bellatrix's. Love is what caused the downfall of many wizards, and the protection of some, as I am sure Mr. Potter can tell you." As Dumbledore said this, Harry's grip tightened on Ginny.
"I really should tell you two something." The old man said, thoughtfully. "History tends to repeat itself, and really, you two do look a great deal like James and Lily. Dumbledore walked over to his door. "I'll just leave you two alone then. I must go see who died and such." With that, he left the room, locking the door behind him.
"Ginny turned to face Harry, tears stinging her eyes. "Do you think he's right?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know." Harry answered, sitting on the ground, putting Ginny into his lap. "I mean, people are always telling me how much I look like my dad, but." He couldn't finish his sentence.
"Harry," Ginny said, looking into his deep emerald eyes. "Do I look like your mum?" He couldn't bring himself to say anything. Harry just took out the photo and handed it to her.
"Where did you get this?" She asked, flipping it over to look at the back.
"When Sirius came out of Bellatrix's wand, he gave it to me just before he left." But Ginny wasn't paying attention. She was looking at the back, which had writing scribbled on the back. "Ginny?" Harry asked, looking at her. Her lip was trebling as she read the writing. "What." He took the picture from her, and read what was written there.
Dearest Harry,
It began.
When you read this, it most likely will mean that we have left you forever, and for that I am sorry. As your mum, I wish I could have been there to see you ride your first broomstick, even though I constantly tell your father how dangerous they are, go to Hogwarts, meet your first girlfriend, get the letters from Hogwarts telling me what you did this time, I have no doubt that you did get into trouble, seeing as your father, godfather, and back-up godfather were Marauder's. I am also sorry I could not be there for your Graduation, Wedding, children, and so forth. I love you dearly. I want to tell you that. I love you, and never will stop loving you. Even when I die and leave you until we are reunited which, hopefully will be a long time away, I love you.
Lily Evens Potter (Your mum.)
Harry could feel the tears falling down his face, and Ginny place her head on his chest as he read the rest, which was in a different writing.
Harry,
As your loving mum put it, when you are reading this, I will most likely be dead. I love you. Your mum pretty much summed up everything I would have said, so all I have to say is, I love you. Also, as a bit of information, when looking for girls, redheads do the Potter men well. Your mum is a redhead, your grandmother, great-grand mother, great-great grandmother, and so on were all redheads.
Your dear Dad,
James Potter
Harry couldn't help but laugh at what his dad had put. He looked down at Ginny, who was resting her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around him. 'God,' he couldn't help but think, 'I really do love her.'
"Ginny," He said, wrapping his arms round her.
"Hmm?" She replied.
"I love you." Harry said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you too." She said, before pulling him into a kiss that lasted all night.
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I thought that would be a sweet ending. So, you know what to do know. REVIEW! This is a sad chappie I think. I almost cried at the letter part. So, I'll just leave you to review, and such. I have decided one thing though. This story will be over soon. In like, three chapters. I might write a sequel, but I'm not sure. If I do, it won't come out until this summer. This is the last story I will be publishing until the summer. Probably the last I will be writing for a few months, too.
So, please review, and thank you to those who have reviewed. If I could get to 100, that would be nice. And to do that, I only need 20 or so reviews!
