Chapter 16:

Godric's Hollow

It was later that same night that Harry fell asleep and inadvertently slipped into Voldemort's mind. Voldemort appeared to be in a fume. He was striding back and forth, furiously. "I want the spy dead before the week is out. Severus Snape will betray me no longer."

Lucius Malfoy nodded, "Yes, Master, I will see to it personally." Lucius seemed to hesitate, but finally decided to ask, "Master, what about the target?"

Voldemort stopped, "We will take her the next time that the students are allowed to go to the village. She will be vulnerable at such time."

Lucius persisted, "Master, Potter will not let her go easily."

Voldemort's face darkened, "Do not mention that boy's name in my presence, Lucius."

Lucius bowed, "Yes, Master, I beg forgiveness, but the fact remains that he will be a problem."

"I am aware of that, Lucius. It will be a problem that you must surmount. Your concern over the matter has just earned you the position of leader."

Lucius gulped, "Yes, Master."

Harry jerked awake. They knew that Snape was the spy. He had to warn Dumbledore. He quickly ran downstairs, and grabbed Floo Powder from above the fireplace. He shouted, "Albus Dumbledore." as he threw the powder into the fire.

Dumbledore's head appeared in the fire a moment later. "What is it, Harry?"

"Is Severus with the Death Eaters?" asked Harry quickly.

Dumbledore seemed startled at the question, "Yes, he's out on a mission right now."

"Do you have a way to contact him, quickly?" continued Harry.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, we use mirrors much like the one Sirius gave you."

"You have to call him, now. The game is up. Voldemort knows that he is the spy. He just gave the order to have him killed." Harry spoke this in a rapid voice.

"I will contact him immediately. Thank you for this information, Harry." Dumbledore disappeared from the fire. Harry heard a noise from behind him. He spun and drew his wand. Ginny stopped in the doorway to the kitchen.

Harry smiled, "Come on in, Gin. I don't suppose I'm going to get much sleep tonight. If you want, you can keep me company."

Ginny returned his smile sleepily, "I always want to keep you company, Harry. So, what's wrong?"

Harry looked grim, "I just got a vision within Voldemort's mind. He found out that Snape is the spy for our side. I just contacted Dumbledore to let him know. I just hope Dumbledore can get him out of there before Lucius gets to him."

Ginny looked at Harry in admiration, "You're really worried about Snape, aren't you?"

Harry nodded, "Of course. I may not much like him personally, but the fact remains that he is on our side. If there is something that I can do to save him, I have to do it."

Ginny leaned her head against Harry's shoulder, "I love you, Harry Potter."

"I know, Gin. I know."

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley barged into the kitchen, "And just what do the two of you think that you are doing up at this hour. Get right back to bed the both of you. If I catch you up at this hour again, I'll.."

She paused as Harry banged a fist down onto the table. A fire blazed up behind his eyes. "Shut up, Molly. Do I have to remind you that you are a guest in my home. This is not the Burrow, and you are not in charge. I have had enough of your tantrums."

Ginny looked at Harry in amazement. Molly spluttered as Arthur walked into the room. Arthur looked at Harry, "Now, Harry, there was no need to talk to Molly that harshly."

"Yes, Arthur, there was. I'm sorry that it is necessary, but I had to get her attention. Molly, you have a bad tendency to fly off the handle with everyone around you. They keep calling it the famous Weasley temper. Your children are afraid of it. I am not. Molly, I respect you and Arthur as much or more than I do any other witch or wizard alive. However, you have got to stop jumping to conclusions. If Ginny and I are up at an ungodly hour, then there is bound to be a reason. Instead of asking us why we are up in a calm manner, you flew off the handle. I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you, but you owe Ginny and I an apology for your actions."

Arthur smiled at Harry, and then looked pointedly at his wife. She broke down, "I'm sorry I'm so short tempered all the time. But with Bill, Charlie, Arthur, and you in the Order, Percy still has not started talking to us, Fred and George are probably going to join the Order now that they have their business under control, I'm just so worried."

Harry's expression softened, "I understand, Molly, but I told you once before, Stop worrying. It doesn't accomplish anything."

She shook her head, "I can't stop. I'm afraid that something is going to happen to one of you."

Harry placed a hand on her shoulder, and said gently, "Molly, do you think that I am going to let Voldemort get to any of the people I care about?" The three Weasleys winced at the sound of his name. "I can't promise you that none of them will get hurt, but I can promise you that if I'm around, he will have to go through me to get to them. That is one fight that Tom will not enjoy."

All three Weasleys that were in the room looked askance at the steel in Harry's voice. Even more disconcerting was the look in his eyes. It was the look of someone that sees death at the end of their path, and has accepted it. Ginny asked timidly. "Harry, are you going to die?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, Ginny, I am going to die. It is only a matter of when."

"I meant are you going to die fighting You-Know-Who?" repeated Ginny.

"Use his name, Ginny." said Harry.

"What?"

"I said, use Voldemort's name. I'm tired of all this You-Know-Who business. If you can't speak his name, then you will never truly have the courage to defy him. If you want an answer to the question you just asked, Use his name." explained Harry.

Ginny gulped, "Are you going to die fighting V.. V.. V.. Voldemort?" Ginny panted as is she had just finished running laps. Her parents winced at the name, but beamed at their daughter's courage nonetheless.

Harry nodded, "Yes, Ginny, I am going to die fighting Voldemort."

Arthur looked at Harry, "Harry, if you die fighting You-Know-Who, what hope do the rest of us have?"

Harry replied easily, "Plenty, as long as I take the bastard with me."

Arthur nodded somberly, while Molly continued to cry. Ginny sniffed, and sat down at the table. Harry appeared to be unconcerned about the fact that he had just predicted his own death. There was a pop and suddenly the kitchen contained two more occupants. Dumbledore and Snape had Apparated into the room.

Harry looked at them, "I see that you got to him before Lucius did."

Snape replied coldly, "I could have handled Lucius Malfoy."

Harry snorted, "Not if he had brought a roomful of cronies with him. You should know by now that Lucius is too much of a coward to face even odds."

A ghost of a smile touched Snape's lips, "I suppose you're right."

Dumbledore's lips twitched as he fought a smile. "Severus has news to report." He motioned for Severus to report.

Molly stood up, "Ginny, go on up to bed."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Molly, this concerns her as well. Severus, continue."

Snape nodded his head, "Voldemort is making plans to capture your daughter."

Harry snorted, "That was blunt."

Arthur and Molly paled, but Ginny just nodded and gulped visibly. Harry took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, he's going to have to bring an army to get you away from me." Harry reassured her.

Snape spared a glance at Dumbledore, who nodded. "We believe that is exactly what he intends to do."

Arthur finally found his voice, "Do you know when he plans on trying to take her?"

Snape shook his head, "My mission was cut short. I was unable to discover this information."

Harry spoke up, "Don't worry. I know when they are going to make an attempt at taking her. What confuses me is why?"

Snape responded coldly, "I would think that was obvious, Potter. She is your girlfriend. The Dark Lord seeks to gain an advantage over you."

Harry shook his head, "Doesn't compute. Voldemort may be overconfident and egotistical, but he's not stupid. He knows that I will have a way of discovering Ginny's whereabouts. So, unless he wants to give away his current location, taking Ginny wouldn't be worth the risk. Since, right now, he doesn't want to face me, it doesn't make sense. He knows that if he takes her, I'm going to come busting in there with a load of Order members and Aurors. That isn't a battle that he wants right now. It would make more sense for them to try to kill her, not abduct her."

Molly looked terrified by the thought, "Why would it make more sense for them to kill her."

Harry replied, "Because then I would be mad with grief and might do something stupid, giving him an advantage. That won't work if she's still alive. He must have another reason besides the fact that she is my girlfriend. Something that justifies the risk. I just don't know what it is."

Dumbledore nodded, "Your reasoning is sound, Harry. When is the attack to come?"

"Next Hogsmeade weekend." answered Harry without looking at Dumbledore.

Molly said immediately, "Ginny will not be going to Hogsmeade again this year."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm afraid that it is not that simple. Voldemort will attack anyway. We will have to cancel all Hogsmeade visits for the rest of the year. None of the students would be safe."

Harry interrupted, "We can't do it. It will raise all sorts of suspicion. We can't let Voldemort know that we suspect the attack." Harry looked to the three Weasleys, "I have a plan. We won't do it if the three of you feel that it is too much of a risk. At least hear me out, though."

Arthur, Molly, and Ginny nodded. Harry continued, "We need to keep the Hogsmeade visit on, as planned. However, we post a number of Order members and Aurors that we know we can trust in the village that day. I will stick to Ginny like glue, and we will wait for the attack. They won't send a terribly large number of Death Eaters, because they won't be expecting me to have back-up."

Molly burst out, "You expect us to knowingly send our baby girl into danger."

Ginny replied defiantly, "I am not a baby. I fought Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries last summer."

Molly shook her head, "That should never have occurred. I forbid you to put yourself into danger, again."

Harry leaned forward, "Molly, I know that you don't like this, but its better to bait the trap we know about than to step in the one we don't."

Arthur nodded, "A wise notion, Harry, but how does that help us decide to send our daughter into a situation where her life will be in danger."

Harry sighed, "Her life is already in danger. Just by associating yourself with me, you become a target. I'm trying to give the Death Eaters second thoughts about trying to take her."

Molly looked at Harry with tears forming in her eyes, "Can you promise that you won't let Ginny get hurt?"

Harry shook his head, "Molly, you know that is a promise that I can't make. However, I think this is our best chance at keeping her and a lot of other people safe in the long run. I can promise you that I will be dead or unconscious before they will take her."

Molly sobbed, "I don't want anything to happen to you either, Harry." She cried for a moment longer, and then wiped her eyes, "The decision is Ginny's. Its up to her."

Ginny looked at her mother in amazement, but she answered in a firm voice, "I trust Harry with my life. I say we go for it."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, "Well, what do you say, Professor."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't like it."

"No one's asking you to like it, sir. I'm asking you to accept it." replied Harry evenly.

Dumbledore nodded wearily, "I have little choice in the matter. We don't really have any other options."

Harry looked at his watch and noticed that it was after four o'clock in the morning. "Professor, what time were you planning on us going to Godric's Hollow?"

Dumbledore smiled, "I had planned on going early, but I need some rest just as much as you do, Harry. I will come for you around one o'clock." Dumbledore and Snape Disapparated away.

Harry looked to the Weasleys, "Can Ginny come with me to see my parents house this afternoon?" He turned to Ginny, "That is, if you want to?"

Ginny smiled, "Of course, I want to. Mum, Dad, can I go?"

Arthur smiled, "Yes, Ginny, you can go."

Ginny bounced excitedly for a moment, and then yawned tiredly. Harry smiled at her, "Come on, sleeping beauty. I'll walk you to your room. Then, I'm going to grab some sleep myself. It has been a long night."

Harry kissed Ginny goodnight at her door and then trudged into the room that he shared with Ron. He dropped onto his bed and was asleep within moments.

Harry didn't wake up until almost noon. When he finally came downstairs, Ron looked at him sullenly, "I heard you had a bit of excitement last night."

Harry replied dryly, "You could say that."

Ron asked, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Harry ran his hand through his hair, "Why would I have woke you up? There was no need."

Ron stomped off out of the room muttering, "That's just great. The wonderful Harry Potter doesn't need help from anyone."

Ginny walked into the room as Ron stormed out. She asked, "What was his problem?"

Harry shrugged, "He's upset because I didn't wake him up last night."

Hermione walked in to hear this statement, "He has a right to be upset. I feel the same way. You need to let us know what is going on."

Harry shook his head, "No, I don't. I've told the both of you several times already. You are not ready for what I have to say. When you are, I will let you know. Until then, you just have to be patient."

Hermione sniffed, and turned and followed Ron's path from the room. Harry plopped down onto the couch with a groan, "What am I going to do with those two?"

Ginny sat down beside him, "You could just tell them everything."

Harry shook his head, "I wish I could. I have been serious about what I have been telling them. Neither of them are ready."

Ginny asked hesitantly, "Am I ready?"

Harry groaned again, "I was afraid that you were going to ask me that question. The answer is yes and no. You are better prepared to handle what I have to say than they are, but I'm still hesitant to let you in on everything at once. I'm afraid that I will give you sensory overload. That's why I have been giving it to you in pieces. Heck, Gin, you know a lot of things that members of the Order don't even know."

"So, are you going to tell me everything?" Ginny asked.

"There's only one thing left that you don't know. I guess it is time that you knew." answered Harry.

"What is it that I don't know?"

"The contents of the Prophecy. Its time that you knew what has been plaguing me since that night at the Department of Mysteries." returned Harry.

Ginny switched lines of questioning, "Why am I ready, and Ron and Hermione aren't?"

"Different reasons actually. I know Ron is your brother, and he's my best friend, but he can be a bit thick sometimes. He also tends to jump to conclusions, the wrong conclusions. Once he grows out of that he will be ready. Hermione, on the other hand, has read entirely too many books. It is the basis for her entire being. She has some fantasy built up in her head that she is going to find a spell in some dusty old book that no one has read in over a thousand years. She thinks that the spell will allow her to just wave her wand and save the world. She just doesn't understand the intensity of combat. She tries to analyze things too much. Its fine when she's dueling with other students that don't have half her abilities, but when it came to a real fight in the Department of Mysteries, she was one of the first ones down. That's why the two of them are not ready. Once they overcome those particular weaknesses, then they will be ready for the fight. Until then it is best that they know as little as possible." explained Harry.

Ginny got up, "Well, that's enough of that conversation for now. You need to eat something before Professor Dumbledore arrives to take us to Godric's Hollow."

Harry nodded and allowed Ginny to pull him up off the couch and drag him into the kitchen.

About an hour later, Dumbledore Apparated into the kitchen. Harry and Ginny sat at the table waiting for them. He looked down at them, "Are you ready to go?"

Harry and Ginny nodded and Harry said, "Yes, we're ready."

Dumbledore nodded, "Grab a pinch of Floo Powder and call out Potter Manor."

Harry took a pinch and called out, "Potter Manor." He stepped into the flames and disappeared. Ginny quickly followed suit, and Dumbledore Apparated right into the sitting room. He looked around in awe, "It's beautiful, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, I must admit that Lily had excellent taste. James allowed her to redecorate shortly after they moved in."

Harry motioned, "Do you think that I could look around?"

"That's why we're here, Harry. You were born in this house." replied Dumbledore.

Harry looked amazed, "I was? Did I have a room?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Upstairs. The second door on the right was your nursery."

Harry leaped forward and ran pell-mell up the stairs. Ginny followed more slowly. She found Harry standing in a room with broomstick and Snitch wallpaper. There were toys all about. An antique crib stood in the center of the room. Harry was gazing around with tears forming in his eyes.

Ginny stepped up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. He responded by wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders. She looked up at him, and smiled, "This will make an excellent nursery for our child."

Harry looked down at Ginny and raised his eyebrows. Ginny blushed and mumbled, "Someday."

Harry chuckled lightly, "Yes, Miss Weasley, it shall."

The two began walking through the different rooms. There was a portrait room with paintings of various members of his family. There were even portraits of his mother and father. They were all asleep at the moment, so Harry decided to leave them that way. Talking to his parents portrait was not something that he was ready for, yet.

Ginny looked around and finally asked, "Harry, if no one has lived here in years, why is everything so clean?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe Professor Dumbledore sent some of the Hogwart's elves to clean up for our visit."

Ginny nodded, "Maybe. I guess we will have to ask him." They found Professor Dumbledore sitting in the den watching a Muggle television. Ginny looked at it in bewilderment, "Isn't that a Muggle appliance or something?"

Harry and Dumbledore nodded. Harry replied, "It's called a television. They use it primarily for entertainment. My only question is, what is it doing in a wizard's house? I didn't know that we had electricity."

Dumbledore shook his head, "You don't. Your mother and father were both excellent Charms and Transfiguration students. They figured out a way to make most Muggle appliances run on magic. Lily liked certain Muggle things. James thought they were amusing."

Harry nodded, and then asked, "Professor, why is the house so clean? After having been abandoned for all these years, you would expect there to be dust and stuff at the very least."

"The house hasn't been abandoned for long, Harry. The house elf has been keeping it clean. Sadly, she died last year. Dobby came in and touched up a bit before our visit. The house was so immaculate however that there was little for him to do even then." responded Dumbledore.

Harry smiled, "I suppose Dobby jumped at the chance to come to my home."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, he was quite excited. So, are you ready?"

"Ready for what, Professor?" asked Harry curiously.

"To visit the cemetery where your parents are buried."

Harry's eyes widened, "Is it close by?"

Dumbledore nodded, "They are buried in Godric's Hollow cemetery which is just through the woods."

Harry gripped Ginny's hand tightly and said very softly, "Yes, I want to go. I'm ready."

Ginny felt tears spring to her own eyes when she saw Harry in such obvious pain, but she bit her lip and followed him and Dumbledore from the house.

Dumbledore looked over at the young couple, and said gently, "Wands out. Just in case. We're perfectly safe in the house, but it would be only too easy for Death Eaters to stage an attack outside."

Harry and Ginny nodded. Ginny reached into her robes for her wand, and then noticed that Harry already had his clenched in his hand. She thought to herself, How did he draw his wand so quickly? Then, she shook her head and let the question slip away from her mind. The three made their way through the woods, and came out into a graveyard. There was one other person there. He was wearing robes, so it was obvious he was a wizard. He looked up as the three entered the graveyard to his right. He smiled warmly, "Albus, how are you doing, old chap?" He extended a hand which Dumbledore shook. He looked over at Harry and Ginny, and asked, "So, who is this that you have brought with you?" He paused as he looked at Harry. Then, his face lightened in surprise, "Harry, I haven't seen you since your farce of a trial before the Wizengamot."

Harry raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore and then shook the wizard's proffered hand. Dumbledore laughed, "Harry, Ginny, this is Davis Weatherby. He is a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He is also the youngest member of the Wizengamot."

Harry gave the man a stony look at which the man laughed, "Hey, don't look at me like that. I voted for your acquittal. In fact, I thought the whole thing was ridiculous to begin with."

Harry smiled at the man warmly after this statement, "Thank you, Mr. Weatherby."

The man shook his head, "Call me Davis. I don't stand much on ceremony or titles." He turned to look at Ginny. "With that flaming red hair and those freckles, you must be Arthur's little girl." Ginny flushed and nodded. "I haven't seen you since you were about three feet tall. I must say that you have turned out to be a lovely young lady." Ginny continued to blush and the man spoke again, "So, are you keeping our young Mr. Potter in line?"

Ginny looked up at the man, "What are you talking about?"

Davis glanced down at Harry and Ginny's entwined fingers and grinned, "Well, Lily always had to keep James in line. I assumed that Harry's girlfriend would have to do the same to him."

Harry and Ginny blushed at Davis' comment. The man continued relentlessly, "Although, I must say that it is about time that a Potter finally took up with a Weasley. I'm surprised that it hasn't happened sooner."

Harry and Ginny both looked confused, "What is that supposed to mean?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore and Davis both smiled, "Well, Harry, the last five generations of men in your family have all fallen for and married red headed women."

Harry glanced over at Ginny, whose face was redder than her hair, and grinned, "So, you're saying that I was doomed to fall for Ginny's charms no matter what I did."

Ginny slapped Harry's arm in protest, "What do you mean doomed?"

"Sorry, I was just teasing, Ginny."

She smiled, "I know."

The two adults laughed heartily at the young couple. Harry turned to Davis, "Davis, did you know my parents well?"

Davis nodded his head, "As well as neighbors can know each other. My family estate is close to Potter Manor. James and I played as children. I was two years ahead of your parents in school, but James and I played a lot of Quidditch during the summers."

Harry asked, "Were you in Gryffindor?"

Davis shook his head, "No, I was in Ravenclaw. Your father and I were rival seekers for awhile until I finished school."

"Where did you play Quidditch at during the summer?"

Davis smiled, "The field behind Potter Manor is enchanted so that when people are riding broomsticks over it, it appears to Muggles as if they are doing yard work."

Harry grinned appreciatively, "You're kidding."

Davis shook his head, "Nope, the Potters have been Quidditch players for several generations. Your great- great uncle played for England."

Harry smiled, "That would be cool."

Davis nodded, "Well, I must be off. I have some appointments to attend to. I welcome you back to Godric's Hollow, Harry. Have a nice day." He tipped an imaginary hat to Ginny, and then nodded to Dumbledore. With a pop, he was gone.

Harry looked to Ginny and then to Dumbledore. He walked over to his parent's graves, and sat down beside them. He touched their names etched into the granite tombstones. Then, he cried. Ginny sat down beside him, and waited for him to finish. Dumbledore stood quietly off to one side. After a bit of time had passed, Harry stood up and walked as if in a daze back to the manor. Dumbledore and Ginny followed. Once they were safely back inside the house, Harry turned to Dumbledore, "I think that it is time for Ginny to hear the Prophecy."

Dumbledore nodded, "If that is what you think best, Harry. You will have to tell her. Your father's Pensieve is in the cupboard. I must return to Hogwarts. There is Floo powder on the fireplace mantle. Whenever you are ready you may use it to return to Grimmauld Place." After that he was gone.

Harry walked over to the cupboard and took out the Pensieve. He touched his wand to his head and drew out the memory of the Prophecy. He looked at Ginny. "This is what Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to get in the Department of Mysteries last summer. This is the information that Sirius died to protect. Guard it well." Ginny nodded. Harry swirled the memory in the Pensieve until it took form and rose up.

THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES … BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES … AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT … AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES … THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…

The memory receded back into the Pensieve.

Ginny looked stricken, "Does that mean what I think it means."

Harry nodded, "I am the Child of the Prohecy."

"So, that's what you meant when you said that you were going to die fighting him."

Harry nodded, "Use his name, Ginny."

Ginny steeled herself, "So, you have to kill Voldemort or die at his hands, and you don't think you can win."

"Right now, I would die if I faced him. The Prophecy says that I have power that he doesn't know, and its right. I can feel the power within me, but I can't channel it. I can't use it. Until I unlock the power, I can not defeat Voldemort." explained Harry.

Ginny hugged Harry, "Then, you will unlock your power. Harry, I believe in you."

Harry smiled down at her, "Thank you. All we can do is hope."

Ginny shook her head, "I don't have to hope. I know."

Harry changed the subject, "As much as I love standing here with you, I think that we should get back to Grimmauld Place before your mum has a heart attack."

Ginny laughed, "Yeah, I know. I thought she was going to go completely mental when she caught us up last night."

Harry shook his head, "Your mum has a lot on her. She doesn't know how to cope with all the people she loves being in constant danger. If we don't end this war soon, she's going to have a nervous breakdown. Enough of that. Let's get back to Grimmauld Place."

They each took a pinch of Floo Powder, and called out # 12 Grimmauld Place. They each disappeared into the fire and left Potter Manor deserted once again.

A/N: Next chapter is the trip back to Hogwarts. I hope you all enjoy.

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